"Ah, ah, ah... no... can't... ah, ah, ah... can't do it... ha..." Betty finally spoke again, but her words were no longer addressing"you."
When I heard the first part, I thought it was just the two words 'can't do,' thinking Betty was still rejecting Michael. But it wasn't until the end that I realized she was saying "can't do it anymore."
After those words, Betty suddenly arched her back, and Michael, moving forward at just the right mont, t her in opposite motion, his penis fully entering her as he had to pause due to Betty's sudden arching.
Betty's body started trembling, her upper body forming an arc, making her breasts appear even more prominent and perky.
At this mont, Michael's hands moved up to Betty's chest, as she arched back, allowing him free reign over her breasts. Betty's climax was even more intense than the first, and when it subsided, she was left completely drained.
Although Michael supported her waist, her upper body still leaned against the floor, barely able to stand, all thanks to Michael's support at her waist.
Thanks to this brief pause, Michael's imminent ejaculation subsided once more. Betty, with one hand on the floor and the other suspended in mid-air due to Michael's grip, seed almost like a puppet in his control.
Michael caressed Betty's slender waist and buttocks, inspecting his"pet"while savoring the feeling of her vagina enveloping his penis—wet, smooth, tight, hot.
Realizing Betty was out of strength and that standing was too exhausting, Michael held her close, his groin pressed against her buttocks to prevent his penis from slipping out and allowing Betty any escape. Slowly, he moved towards the bed.
Once he had maneuvered Betty's upper body onto the bed, he also guided her legs up, letting her move as he wished. Betty kept her eyes closed, treating everything like a dream, but each movent sent shivers through her body, possibly stirred by Michael's unintentional stirring inside her. As Betty lay on the edge of the bed, Michael continued his thrusts.
Now, with Betty prone at the edge, Michael had his way from behind. His veins bulged around his penis as it moved in and out of Betty, each withdrawal pulling out copious amounts of her fluids.
The fluids were no longer clear but had turned into white froth due to the friction between their genitals, moistening the hair and lips around Betty's vaginal opening and Michael's dense pubic hair.
Their genitals were sticky and wet, and with each collision, the white froth mixed, stretching into thick, fragile strands with a squelching sound.
As Betty's secretion increased, the froth beca more abundant, splattering and spreading across half of Betty's buttocks and all over Michael's groin with the constant impact of their bodies.
The sounds of flesh slapping, the squelching of fluids, the friction of the penis moving in and out of the vagina, Betty's uncontrollable moans, Michael's relaxed breathing and moans, and the creaking of the mattress filled the room.
These sounds alone, even without seeing the act, could stir the imagination, more thrilling than watching adult videos.
Betty's breasts swayed back and forth, still half-covered by her bra and nightgown, which were now practically useless. It was questionable whether she could ever wear that nightgown and bra again.
At this mont, the sexual desire between the two was escalating. It was clear that Betty was nearing another climax, especially since it had been a long ti since she last had sex.
Michael, with his intense lovemaking, impressive size, and almost freakish stamina, was beyond comparison. Not just to , but seemingly to any other Arican. For Betty, this might as well have been her first ti, experiencing the most intense lovemaking in the world.
Michael seed close to climaxing too, but just as he was about to, he suddenly stopped thrusting. When Michael stopped, Betty, who had been enjoying the mont with her eyes closed, flashed a look of disappointnt. Yet, she kept her eyes shut and remained silent, passively waiting.
With a sound akin to popping a cork, Michael suddenly pulled out, leaving Betty's vagina suddenly empty, eliciting a soft moan from her. Michael quickly flipped Betty over, making her lie on her back on the bed, their hands awkwardly cuffed together between them. No wonder Michael had pulled out; he wanted Betty on her back.
"Honey, fight back, Michael's pulled out..." I found myself silently screaming at the computer screen, but Betty just lay there, breathing heavily, her chest heaving, motionless.
Why isn't Betty escaping? Could it be she's out of strength? "Maybe it's because the handcuffs are still on, and Betty knows she can't escape, so she's given up," I thought to myself.
Michael knelt between Betty's legs, his thick penis glistening wetly, looking like a pearl in the night. He reached under his pillow, fumbling for sothing, while his other hand, cuffed to Betty's, was quite in the way.
With a soft clatter, Michael found a small bunch of keys under the pillow. He selected one and hesitated as he brought it to the lock on the handcuffs. It seed Michael wanted to unlock the handcuffs; having them on was cumberso while making love face-to-face. But unlocking them now would remove their most solid assurance.
Would Betty resist? Without the handcuffs, Michael wasn't sure he could control Betty again.
Despite being a woman, Betty's age and potential fury could make her difficult to handle.
Michael didn't insert the key into the lock, hesitating as he knelt there. With Michael's slight movents, his penis trembled slightly. anwhile, Betty's labia were still parted, the inner walls of her vagina clearly visible and coated with her juices, continuously secreting more fluid, ready for the next "entry"...
After a while, Michael slid the key into the handcuff's keyhole, first unlocking the cuffs around his own wrists. With a soft click, the handcuffs opened, causing Betty's body to tremble slightly—perhaps from a startle or maybe a hint of excitent, as the ultimate relief was finally being lifted from her.
As the handcuffs fell from Michael's wrists, he instantly tensed up, fearing Betty might struggle again. Even though she couldn't overpower him, it would at least make it harder for him to proceed. It was a risky move to unlock the handcuffs at this mont.
Michael couldn't afford to waste more ti thinking; the more ti wasted, the more likely things could go awry. Another click sounded as Betty's handcuffs were unlocked. The "bond of unity" that had restrained them both was now undone, and with it, the last of their physical bonds.
Both bore circular scars on their wrists, marked slightly with blood from their struggle and entanglent, making the tal cuffs bite into their skin. Even though the "bond of unity" was gone, the red scars resembled a couple's "bracelets."
"Run, honey, run..." I found myself muttering as I watched the video, knowing that with the handcuffs gone, it was the perfect chance to escape.
All she needed to do was run back to her room and lock the door to be safe for the night. But what happened next disappointed ...
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