"Don't... no... ah... no... ah ha..." At the onset of Michael's thrusting, Betty was still resisting.
She clutched Michael's hands for support, her hips forcefully rising, twisting side to side.
It was clear Betty was desperately trying to eject Michael's penis from her vagina, but Michael's restraint made it impossible for her to succeed.
As Michael's frenzied thrusting continued, the ti grew longer, and Betty's cries of refusal grew softer and softer...
"Oh... no... want... oh... no... ahhh..." Betty's cries of refusal beca fewer and quieter until they finally disappeared, leaving only a series of moans and the sounds of their most intimate parts clashing...
"Huff huff..." With the woman on top and the man below, the man actively thrusting his hips is a true test of a man's core strength.
Yet, for Michael, this seed like a piece of cake.
Young and strong, with the genes and lineage of a Singaporean African, Michael's pelvic thrusts appeared effortless, and the rhythm was so even, without a hint of disorder.
Michael, this eager young man, thrust his "studly waist" as if he were running a marathon, constantly adjusting his breathing to maintain a rhythm of thrusting five tis per breath...
Betty, supported by Michael's hands on her slender waist, was half-squatting above him, as if she were urinating.
Indeed, at this mont, Betty was releasing fluid, but it wasn't urine; it was the love fluid that flows during intercourse.
The fluid wasn't coming from the urethra but from Betty's vaginal opening, where a thick, veined penis was continuously moving in and out, disappearing and reappearing within her...
"Ah ah ah..." Betty moaned loudly at this point.
If Michael hadn't been holding her waist, who knows if she could have maintained this position.
Her eyes closed, the look of conflict and reluctance on her face hadn't completely vanished, but what remained was mostly the pleasure of lust.
Her body moved up and down with Michael's impacts, her hair flying about, and her large breasts swinging up and down.
Each ti her breasts slamd down, the flesh would slap against her ribs below, making a "puff puff" sound, while her buttocks at the back waved like ripples from Michael's impacts.
Waves of buttocks, waves of breasts, waves of flying hair, all of Betty's most charming feminine features were playfully dancing... "Slap slap slap..." The sound of their bodies colliding continued to rise, becoming louder and crisper.
As ti passed, Betty's resistance had completely vanished, and the last trace of hesitation and reluctance on her face had disappeared, leaving only the enjoynt of lust.
After a while, Michael noticed that Betty's desire to resist was fading, and his hands felt her waist subtly beginning to move on its own, matching his thrusts.
Each ti he pushed up, Betty's waist would sink down, and when Michael's hips fell back, Betty would also lift her hips.
This back and forth seed to allow them a greater range and space in their movents.
Michael noticed a spark of excitent in his eyes, mixed with a hint of hesitation, as if he was brewing sothing in his mind, wrestling with a decision...
Watching Michael's conflicted gaze, I knew from past observations that sothing significant was about to unfold, sothing that would undoubtedly send a thrill through .
My heart raced, my hands began to sweat.
The intense stimulation had already left drenched in sweat, my thin clothes clinging to my skin, feeling a chill that I couldn't tell if it was from my body or my heart...
On the screen, the mother and son were lost in their passionate encounter.
Michael was still supporting Betty's slender waist, aiding her movents while also thrusting upwards himself.
After a mont of hesitation, a look of determination flashed in Michael's eyes.
His thrusts beca smaller, while his hands exerted more force, shifting the focus of their lovemaking to Betty, still supported by Michael.
Gradually, Michael's pelvic movents ceased, but the amplitude and speed of their intercourse remained unchanged.
Without the 'boost' from Michael's hips, it was now up to Betty to increase the up and down movents to compensate.
As Michael's thrusting slowed, it gave Betty a chance to adapt and buffer, so when Michael stopped moving his hips, Betty didn't feel anything unusual.
Ti ticked by, their lust escalating, and the love fluids from their union flowed more abundantly.
After this session, who knew how much bodily fluid they would have expended.
At this point, Betty, perhaps due to the loss of too much fluid, had lips that appeared dry and parched.
Her dry, red lips parted slightly, gasping for air, emitting soul-stirring moans...
At this mont, I breathed a sigh of relief.
So Michael's hesitation was just about whether to stop actively thrusting?
That really had worried, but now I could finally relax a bit.
But before I could fully relax, the next scene stunned .
I realized I had celebrated too soon; the heart-wrenching part was yet to co...
After a period of adaptation, having stopped his pelvic movents, Michael had a new action planned.
His hands, which had been firmly supporting Betty's waist, began to slowly relax.
This process was gradual, and during it, their lovemaking didn't pause for a second, nor did the frequency get disrupted.
After a few relaxations, Michael's hands tentatively left Betty's waist.
Now, Betty's body had no support from Michael, yet she didn't lose balance as I had anticipated, nor did she stop thrusting due to the lack of support.
Their lovemaking continued without any pause or slowdown.
Betty's body still moved over Michael's, their genitals still tightly connected, Michael's penis still moving in and out of Betty's vagina, but now, Betty was the one actively moving.
Yes, at this mont, the only contact between Betty and Michael was their genitals, and Betty was actively moving up and down, engaging in the most pleasurable and intense lovemaking with Michael...
At this point, Betty had transitioned from passive to active.
Seeing this, I tightly closed my eyes, as if witnessing sothing I couldn't accept.
Betty had fallen, at least at this mont.
She could have stopped moving and even gotten up to leave Michael, withdrawing his penis.
But she didn't seize this perfect opportunity; instead, she let Michael lie there comfortably like a 'big boss,' enjoying the 'service' Betty provided.
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