Michael quickly threw the handcuffs aside after unlocking Betty's and imdiately grabbed her shoulders, leaning over her chest. It was clear he was also afraid that without the handcuffs, Betty might suddenly fight back, so he quickly pinned her down with his body weight, securing a dominant position.
As the handcuffs clicked open, Betty's face, with eyes closed, flashed a mont of struggle and hesitation. When Michael finally steadied her shoulders and pressed down on her, Betty showed no signs of resistance, lying there motionless as if asleep.
"Umm..." Michael's upper body pressed down on Betty, her chest compressing under his weight, eliciting a soft moan that hinted at a trace of post-comfort bliss. Feeling Michael press down again, Betty seed to revert to her initial state, becoming a 'sleeping beauty' pretending to be asleep.
Michael's face bore a slight smile, pleased with his gamble. With the handcuffs gone and his hands free, he could do as he pleased more easily.
Michael remained on top of Betty, then shifted his knees on the bed, forcefully wedging his legs between Betty's. Her legs were pried apart, showing only slight resistance, tightening briefly when initially forced open.
After her legs were spread, Michael freed one hand to reach down to his groin, then grasped his penis, beginning to search for the vaginal entrance.
But Michael was truly facing a challenge this ti. Their initial penetration could be chalked up to sheer luck, like a blind squirrel finding a nut, accidentally achieving insertion. As a novice who had just lost his virginity, Michael now had to deliberately search for the vaginal entrance, which proved difficult.
His glans nudged back and forth at Betty's crotch, rubbing against her pubic hair and urethral opening, but he couldn't find the vaginal entrance below. This fool—didn't he know that to insert properly while she lay on her back, he needed to spread the woman's legs and lift her hips?
Now, with the bedsheet partially covering the vaginal entrance and Betty's legs stiffly outstretched on the bed, the position was all wrong for insertion.
At this mont, Michael was getting pretty antsy, no matter how much he tried, he just couldn't get it in. Soon, he was sweating bullets, and each of his attempts made Betty furrow her brows in discomfort.
At this point, you could clearly see a damp spot on the bed right below Betty, likely a mix of her own arousal and maybe so from Michael too, a telltale sign of their intense activity. Now, her body was uncontrollably eager, perhaps a testant to Michael's efforts.
After a bit, Michael still couldn't find the right angle, growing increasingly frustrated. He propped himself up off Betty, his hands leaving her shoulders.
Kneeling between Betty's legs, he lifted her thighs, positioning her legs in an 'M' shape and pressing them towards her chest. This maneuver finally elevated her lower body, with her waist now touching the bed, making it the focal point, and her buttocks lifted off the bed.
This position was ideal for penetration. Michael draped one of Betty's slender legs over his shoulder, freeing his hands to guide his penis, aiming it towards the most intimate part of Betty's groin.
Betty didn't resist nor did she assist; she simply let Michael have his way, a sign she might be physically succumbing to him.
Michael's hand steadied his penis, gently probing for the entrance to Betty's vagina. Each ti the tip touched a spot, he would thrust lightly, testing the fit. He continued this gentle exploration, while Betty waited patiently.
When the tip of his penis reached just above the entrance of her vagina, Michael prepared to thrust again.
Despite the size of his tip making it difficult to enter, Betty subtly lifted her hips just as Michael thrust, aligning his tip perfectly with her vaginal entrance.
With a soft "plop"and a mutual moan, Michael's tip finally found its way into Betty's vagina, aided by her unintentional "help." A look of excitent mixed with relief washed over Michael's face as he felt the warm, wet, tight embrace of his beloved's vagina.
Watching Betty's waiting expression, I covered my chest with my hand. Witnessing their intense scene, I felt no passion—after all, the main characters were my wife and my foster son. I couldn't just view this video as if it were just another adult film.
My feelings were of deep sympathy for Betty, seeing her despairing expression as she was penetrated, her tears, and the pain of being raped by Michael.
My heart ached just as hers did.
Now, all I felt was a slow, sinking sadness and a hint of disappointnt, because Betty's current state seed like a betrayal. The handcuffs were completely removed; she had every chance to resist or escape. And yet, why did she lift her hips at that mont, allowing Michael to find her vaginal entrance so easily?
This action might seem unintentional, but to an observer, it felt like a form of compliance, no different from if Betty had actively helped guide Michael's penis. The only difference was that one seed unintentional, and the other clearly intentional, but in reality, both were "intentional."
At this mont, I was absolutely losing it. The flood of emotions—heartache, sadness, grief, and that sense of betrayal—was overwhelming. If I had been there with them, I would have definitely lunged at Michael, ready to throttle him for his betrayal. As for Betty, if she was willing to apologize and admit her wrongs, I could forgive her.
After all, she was coerced at the beginning, and her current state could be seen as a temporary lapse in judgnt during intimacy. I've always struggled to satisfy her, and with my long business trips, her loneliness must have heightened her needs. I would force myself to forgive her.
"Umm..." As another moan from Betty reached my ears, I saw Michael push his glans in and then thrust his hips again, driving his penis halfway in. Thanks to the considerable size of Michael's penis, it didn't fully penetrate in one go. Unlike the unintentional full penetration earlier, this ti they were both fully aware of what was happening.
"It hurts..." Betty's lips parted slightly as she closed her eyes, uttering a word. It wasn't so much spoken as it was a lip-read or perhaps a sound wave ford as she exhaled. It seed like her vocal cords didn't vibrate, making the volu of the word very faint. It didn't sound like sothing Betty would say out loud; rather, it seed more like sothing she breathed out.
But this word was clearly heard by both and Michael. A flicker of excitent and pity crossed Michael's face, softening his intention to thrust again. Before Betty breathed out the word "it hurts," Michael was ready to thrust forcefully once more, aiming to fully penetrate Betty's vagina with his penis.
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