Betty finally abandoned her initial shyness, turning to glare at Michael with evident anger in her eyes.
The scene was bizarre: a woman glaring at the man behind her, yet their genitals were intimately connected, creating a stark contrast between their expressions and their actions.
Michael, caught off guard by Betty's intense reaction, wore a sheepish, ingratiating smile.
"Let's just call it a day, no more ti..." Betty sighed in relief upon seeing Michael's expression, but a quick glance at the clock filled her eyes with surprise and panic, ending in profound disappointnt.
She turned back to Michael, explaining that his delays had cost them dearly; twenty minutes had slipped by in the blink of an eye.
Considering the ti it would take to get ho, she'd be later than usual, though it was still manageable.
Her tone revealed endless disappointnt, her sexual frustration unt.
After her words, Betty straightened her upper body, lifting her hands from the couch cushions while subtly wiggling her hips, seemingly signaling Michael to withdraw.
From the start, Betty had given Michael ample ti; they had reserved at least half an hour.
Betty's suggestive posture perhaps hinted at a desire to hasten their conclusion, but Michael's untily delay left them with less than ten minutes—far too brief for him.
"Ah... you're still inside... pull out..." Before Betty could fully sit up, Michael thrust again, and sensing her irritation, he quickened the pace, completing the motion in less than a tenth of a second.
Caught off guard, Betty nearly collapsed onto the couch.
Already frustrated by her unt desires, Michael's actions only added fuel to the fire.
As Betty prepared to end their encounter, I distinctly saw a hint of jealousy and anger on Michael's face.
At that mont, the two were locked in a tense embrace, Michael firmly holding Betty's waist, his penis two-thirds deep inside her, while Betty turned to glare at him, struggling to free herself from his grasp.
"I told you to pull out... let go of ..." Realizing Michael wasn't stopping, Betty spoke again, urgency in her voice, her frustration showing as she even stamped her foot, turning her anger into a scolding without a trace of fear.
Though her body craved completion, the pressing ti and my imminent return ho filled her with worry about leaving any trace of their liaison.
Michael, noticing Betty's fear and urgency, sighed softly and began to withdraw slowly, easing her tension.
Her face flushed, and as Michael's penis slid out, her cheeks twitched slightly, revealing a look of exquisite agony, knowing tonight's intercourse would remain unfinished.
Michael slowly pulled out, but when only the head remained inside, he paused, perhaps because it was caught within her.
Betty seed to notice, her brow furrowing as she braced herself ntally and physically, aware of the size of Michael's head and its tense passage through her.
Though I couldn't see Michael's expression, I saw him steadying Betty's waist, looking down at where his penis t her entrance. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire
Betty's skin was exceptionally fair, her plump buttocks resembling a peach, with the thick, veined penis firmly lodged between the snowy cheeks of her buttocks.
At this mont, Michael had completely withdrawn his shaft, coated with a white, cheese-like substance, revealing the base of the coronal ridge of his penis, the very bottom edge of the glans now visible.
Betty's vaginal opening was stretched to its maximum.
The scene froze again, Michael's face etched with struggle as he stared down at their connected genitals, his eyes flickering with complex emotions, hinting at the turmoil in his mind.
For so reason, it wasn't just Betty who felt off; Michael did too.
I was beginning to sense that what I had uncovered was rely the tip of the iceberg in their relationship.
It was far more complicated than I had imagined, possibly filled with elents beyond my understanding or imagination.
Betty sensed it too; she glanced at the clock again, ti was running out, and even her journey ho might now be delayed.
"What are you doing... ah!" Betty began to scold Michael but was cut off by a sharp scream, not a gasp or a moan, but a scream.
Her head, which had just turned to look back, snapped forward, her neck arching in an instant, a reflexive reaction.
Just monts before, Michael, after much deliberation, seed to have made a decision.
As Betty turned to scold him, his thoughts were interrupted by her sudden outburst.
He snapped back to reality, his cheeks puffed, his hands tightened around Betty's waist, and with a powerful thrust forward, he re-entered her, pushing the part he had just withdrawn back inside.
This ti, he penetrated deeper, reaching three-quarters of his length, deeper than before but not yet fully in.
Betty's scream indicated that Michael's thrust had opened up part of her cervix, perhaps the tip had breached her cervical opening but not entered it.
Michael's thrust was forceful, almost reckless, driven purely by desire, devoid of any rational thought.
After inserting his penis, Michael pulled out again, leaving only the tip inside, then thrust back in forcefully.
This ti, he didn't hesitate; he began to thrust rapidly, though not much faster than before, about one thrust per second, which was still slow compared to normal intercourse.
However, the force of each insertion and withdrawal was intense.
"Ah... ah... not like this... ah... oh... no... ah..." Betty scread with each of Michael's movents, her screams tinged with pain but more so with intense stimulation.
Betty seed unable to comprehend what was happening; perhaps her mind was overwheld.
She hadn't expected Michael to ignore her pleas and thrust back forcefully, thrusting deeply and slowly, each movent intense.
Michael's eyes were fierce, glowing, his cheeks bulged, lips pursed, looking almost like a fierce criminal, his penis like a dagger stabbing repeatedly into the heart of his victim.
"You... ah... pull out... ah... stop... ah... don't... not like this... ah..." Betty's hands moved back and forth on the couch cushions, trying to prop herself up, while trying to speak between screams to stop Michael.
But Michael gave her no chance to rise; each ti she tried to sit up as he pulled back, he thrust forward again.
His withdrawals were gentle, saving his strength for the powerful insertions, repeatedly hitting her cervix with the tip, leaving her no chance to get up.
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