My Beastly Husband

hrysanthemum seemed even more soulful.
His eyes subconsciously fell on Tian Xin’s shapely buttocks, waiting to taste that little hole tonight as well.

Tian Xin came back to her senses and saw that Ryan was staring lustfully at her ass.
She didn’t have to think about it to know that he must be hunting for her ass.
In anger, she kicked him hard in the leg and said through gritted teeth, “Don’t you ever think about it.”

Then she bolted towards home.
In a good mood, Ryan chased after her, and he pressed her against the door and kissed her.

While she was weak from the kiss, he stripped her.
He pulled her legs apart so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
He then rubbed his hard and aching rod against her entrance to her hole.
He couldn’t wait, but she was still very dry, and it was hard to get his huge glans in.

Hearing her little mouth gasping in pain, Ryan anxiously tried to find something to help her lubricate.
His eyes caught the wild fruits on the table.
As soon as he had the idea, he carried her to the table.
Ryan casually picked up several small, soft-skinned, watery red fruits (similar to cherry tomatoes) and lay her on her back on the bed.
He crushed the fruit with his hands and applied the juice to her flower.

“Hiss! So cold.
What are you doing?” Tian Xin exclaimed, trying to get up to look, but Ryan pushed her back down on the bed again.

“Be good.
Don’t move.
It will be hot later.” Ryan held her writhing waist and looked at her flower with fascination.
The cold juice coated the flower.
It was stimulated like a small mouth constantly opening and closing as if it was swallowing the red like blood juice.
The lewd sight encouraged Ryan, which instantly lost his reasons.
There were three remaining fruits in his hand, and he stuffed them all inside her.

The cold foreign objects entered and made Tian Xin involuntarily scream, “Ah! What did you stuff into? Take.
Ah ah ah! “