My Beastly Husband

Settlement Of Accounts
Translated by Ada
Edited by Ada

“Mmmm …… Mmmm ……” Moussa’s eyes were misty from his thrusts, and her flower didn’t itch anymore. She was so comfortable that she was screaming straight mmmmhhhh.

“Little thing, are you satisfied? Yes?” Chelsea kept pushing against her with her waist constantly raised, pounding her hard. At the same time, Chelsea didn’t forget to tease her.
“Comfortable. Mmm. Husband. You’re hitting me so hard. Mmm. Harder! Harder! Ah!” Moussa was completely lost at the moment, gasping for breath and shouting randomly.

“Do you good, little thing. Do you good!” Chelsea got more frantic by her encouragement. He picked her up from the bed, threw and pulled her up and down, and filled her hard.

“Ahhhhh!” Moussa was a bit overwhelmed. It felt like her womb would be blown through by him, but there was an inexplicable feeling of pleasure that was rising. She couldn’t help but let her waist and legs move to meet his banging. Chelsea felt her response and was even more excited. The more she went into battle, the harder he went in and out. It took a few hundred strokes before he came shooting out.
“Ah!” Moussa’s flower got a hot blast from him and let out a long moan. She collapsed on the bed, exhausted, and didn’t want to move. But before she could catch her breath, the itch in her chrysanthemum was raging again. “Chelsea,” Moussa called out to him breathlessly.

“Hmm?” Chelsea looked up with a happy face and looked at her tenderly.

“I am itchy. My behind is itchy.” Moussa was on the verge of tears. The itch that was drilling through her heart had started again.

Chelsea was overjoyed to hear it. He kissed her on the lips and laughed, “It’s okay, baby. I’ll stop the itch.” Saying that he pulled his instantly hardened rod out from her p*ssy and then slowly inserted it into Moussa’s chrysanthemum.
Therefore, Moussa got a full day spent on the bed with Chelsea to stop the itch. Although Moussa was no longer itchy, Chelsea said that it was necessary to stabilize to prevent a relapse. So he took turns plugging the two holes. Finally, Moussa could not stand it anymore. She fainted, so he finally stopped.

Looking at her sweaty little face when she passed out, Chelsea kissed her lovingly. This whole day’s ‘work’ had him sweating a lot. It was relaxing. He put his hand on his forehead and tried the temperature. It was not hot. The fever had gone down.

After thinking about it for a while, he grabbed the animal skin next to Moussa to cover her. Then he put on the animal skin skirt and got up to find Karida to settle the score. Although her rare passionate initiative made him feel good, Karida dared to do bad things to his partner. He still had to find him to settle the score.
He soon arrived at Karida’s door. He didn’t care what the people in the house were doing. He stood at the door and shouted, “Karida, come out. I want to see you.”

He seemed to have known that Chelsea was coming and was not surprised. He teased calmly, “You’re later than I expected. It seems that Moussa has good stamina… you just made her faint?”

Chelsea blushed at his words. He coughed and returned to his cold expression, saying in a deep voice, “Karida, aren’t you going too far? How dare you trick Moussa into rubbing the ointment containing the ‘love fruit’?”

“What, you didn’t have a good time and came here specifically to accuse me?” Karida looked at him with an evil smile.