"Ah..." As Michael's tongue ventured deeper into Betty's crevice, he let out a moan, louder than before, but it still didn't stop him. His tongue flicked and explored the tight, narrow space between Betty's cheeks.
Due to the tightness and the limited resolution of the cara, it was unclear whether Michael was focusing on Betty's anus or her labia, or perhaps both.
While squatting down and indulging in his act, Michael withdrew his hands, but this ti, they weren't reaching for Betty's pajamas but his own. It was clear, without a doubt, what Michael was about to do.
As he slowly exerted force, his pajamas began to slide down. Given his squatting position, his buttocks and the crevice between them were the first to be exposed.
Michael's penis hadn't appeared yet, but it was only a matter of ti. The tented outline in his pajamas hinted at a size both thick and large, unseen until now in its true form. I glanced back at Betty, still deep in sleep, then fixed my gaze on the screen where Michael was about to remove his last piece of modesty.
He was preparing to stand by the bed, to enter Betty from behind, to claim her, to mate with this woman who had beco like a mother to him, to fertilize this mature woman...
"Thump, thump, thump..." Just when I thought my beloved wife was about to be taken by Michael, I heard a sound in the video that was like a lifeline to in my desperation.
That sound was the knocking of my own return. It was only then that I had a mont to glance at the computer's clock in the corner, showing it was about twenty minutes ago.
Michael's butt had just been exposed, and he was about to pull his erect penis from his pajama pants when the knocking startled him, halting all his actions. He seed unsure if he had heard right, or if it might have been the neighbors knocking.
"Thump, thump, thump..." As I knocked a second ti, Michael, like a startled deer, quickly pulled up his half-removed pajamas, hurriedly dressed Betty, buttoning up her nightgown, and restored everything to its original state before dashing to his own bedroom. He didn't forget to close Betty's bedroom door behind him.
Throughout this process, Michael was visibly scared, knowing all too well who had co ho, but in his nervous state, he didn't dare to open the door for , choosing instead to hide in his bedroom.
It wasn't until I took out my keys and entered the room myself that I saw everything.
I shut down the video and the computer, then took another look at Betty's lips, which Michael had kissed. I unbuttoned Betty's nightgown and bra, looking at her breasts, where Michael's saliva had already dried on her pink nipples. Leaning closer, I could still sll a faint male breath odor.
At that mont, I felt incredibly relieved that I had co back in ti tonight. If I had been just a few minutes, no, even one minute later, Betty might have been fully penetrated by Michael.
Should I show this video to Betty? Even if she saw it, she might think that as a teenager, Michael had a reason that could be forgiven, and she would probably just educate him. But because of his young pride, Betty wouldn't want to hurt him too much, just be more cautious in the future, not giving him opportunities.
But what about ? After all, I had used surveillance to watch over my ho. Betty might forgive Michael, but would she forgive ? From last night's incident, I knew Betty hated most that I doubted and didn't trust her.
What should I do? I was torn.
After pondering for a while, I shook my head, deciding it was ti to sleep. I took off my clothes, planning to sleep with Betty tonight, hoping she would forgive in the morning and we could reconcile.
As I was changing into my pajamas, I embarrassingly found myself erect again, with so faint fluid secreting from the tip.
What was going on? Why did seeing Michael defile my beloved wife arouse ? Did I really have so kind of cuckold fetish?
I looked at Betty's lower body, and I removed her pajama pants and underwear, positioning her in the sa pose Michael had prepared her in before I entered, lying on her side facing inward, her buttocks sticking out.
Betty was sleeping so deeply; she didn't wake up even as I moved her. I wasn't as timid as Michael; all my movents and the force I used were normal, yet Betty still didn't wake. I was speechless at how deeply Betty could sleep.
"Michael didn't finish the job, so it looks like it's up to , the rightful husband, to step in..." I glanced at the closed door, thinking about how Betty hadn't been intimate with since Michael arrived.
It was high ti I satisfied myself, and maybe even let that kid Michael overhear, just to tick him off and put him in his place.
After I removed Betty's panties, I noticed her vaginal opening was still moist with arousal, the surrounding pubic hair sticky. I was taken aback to see that her pubic hair was all laying in one direction.
Normally, a woman's pubic hair is more disheveled, but this indicated sothing wet had recently swept through them, aligning them so uniformly.
It brought to mind the video where Michael was pleasuring Betty between her thighs, though it wasn't clear exactly which part he was focusing on. Now, seeing Betty's vaginal opening, labia, and pubic hair, it was evident that Michael had indeed been tasting her there.
With these thoughts, my ten-centiter-long penis involuntarily beca fully erect. I hate to admit it, but thinking about these things really turns on and excites .
Mimicking Michael's earlier actions, I stood on the floor. Due to my height, I had to slightly bend my knees, positioning the tip of my penis toward Betty, who was asleep on the bed with her buttocks protruding.
"Feels so warm... so tight... so comfortable..." As my penis slowly entered Betty's slippery vagina, sensations of warmth and tightness enveloped . Betty seed to sense sothing in her sleep, gently shaking her head and buttocks as if adjusting to the foreign object suddenly inside her.
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