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My Beastly Husband CH 67.2

Author:Shui Mo Yuan Qian Category:Unreal Update time:2022-10-01 00:41:26

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Itch Relief

Translated by Ada

Edited by Ada

 

“No, I did not eat any fruit.

I applied the ointment given by …… Karida.

Oooh.

So uncomfortable.

Husband, help me.” Moussa also felt that Karida’s s ointment seemed a little off.

But she felt a strong wave of itchiness underneath her body, so she had no time to think.

All by instinct, she desperately rubbed herself on Chelsea’s body, and her small hands touched him randomly.Chelsea breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, it was Karida.

Probably he and Moussa had somehow offended him again, so he deliberately set them up.

He put his finger stained with Moussa’s nectar under his nose and sniffed it, and it really had the smell of ‘love fruit.’ He was finally relieved.

Then he released Moussa’s arm.

He stood up, stripped her clothes, and moved his finger downward, poofed into Moussa’s already slippery flower, and teased her still, “Baby, I’m in.

What else do you want me to do, tell me”

 

“Oooh.

Move.

Move.

Husband.

please.” Moussa grabbed Chelsea’s arm as if she was clutching the straw that would save her life and begged.

 

“Like this” Chelsea asked as he slowly drew circles in Moussa’s with his fingers while looking at her with a smirk on his face.

 

Moussa felt even itchier and arched her back even more impatiently.

She gasped, “No, thrust me hard.

Hard.

Mmmm ……”

 

“All yours, baby!” Chelsea said as he dipped his head and kissed her on the lips before inserting another finger in and thrusting it quickly and harshly into her p*ssy.

 

“Aaaaaah,” Moussa moaned in comfort as the itch in hers was relieved.

 

But in a short while, the itch deep in her p*ssy came back.

Moussa began to squirm unbearably again.

 

Chelsea stopped pumping his fingers and asked knowingly, “Baby, what’s wrong with you again Is it not hard enough”

 

“Inside.

It’s itchy inside.

Ooooh.” Moussa was in no mood to pay attention to his teasing.

She was going crazy with the itchiness buried beneath her.

 

“It’s itchy inside.

What should I do if my fingers can’t reach it Hmm” Chelsea simply pulled his fingers out.

His huge rod was poking and prodding at the entrance of her flower, refusing to go in.

 

“Insert it in, insert it in.

Please, husband.

Thrust me hard.

Ah! Mmm!” Moussa couldn’t hold back any longer and screamed at the top of her lungs.

 

Chelsea had been waiting for her to say this.

Without waiting for her to finish shouting, he pushed forward and plunged in with a poof.

Chelsea entered very smoothly because of her overly wet flower.

When he was at the deepest point, he pushed again as hard as he could.

He drove the huge glans into her cervix.

 

“Ah!” Moussa screamed in shock the moment he roofed her womb’s opening.

But the pain was quickly drowned out by the itch.

“Husband, move around… move around!”

 

Chelsea was aroused by her eagerness to get underneath him.

He no longer had the heart to tease her and held her waist up.

He thrust up quickly, deep and hard, one at a time.

 

Moussa could not take it anymore after a few strokes.

Her whole body shuddered, and she clenched up and came.

Chelsea almost couldn’t hold back from being strung up by her, so he lowered his head and nibbled on her sweaty little nose.

Then he pulled it all out and pushed it in hard.

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