The blanket covered Michael and most of Betty's body, hiding Michael's actions and Betty's bashfulness.
At this mont, only Betty's face was visible outside the blanket, her hands clutching it tightly, her expression unseen by anyone but , who was outside the range of the caras.
With her disguise removed and no eyes on her, Betty bit her lip repeatedly, exhaling a delicate fragrance, her eyes hazy and occasionally rolling back—a look I had never seen before, indicating she was at the peak of pleasure, stimulated to the extre.
Michael's skilled oral performance and their forbidden relationship heightened the pleasure in ways I, her husband, could never match.
Betty was lost, whether temporarily or permanently, I couldn't tell, as Michael savored her beneath the blanket.
Underneath, Michael's silhouette subtly changed, suggesting that while pleasuring Betty orally, he was also engaging in other activities.
As I pondered what Michael was doing under the blanket, I suddenly noticed a hand extending from the bottom, pushing out a pile of clothes—undoubtedly Michael's, given their position under Betty's feet and the fact that they were his pajama bottoms and underwear.
Seeing this, I realized that Michael had managed to remove his lower garnts while keeping Betty unaware, her eyes closed in enjoynt.
With his pants and underwear off, I could only imagine that beneath the blanket, Michael was now completely naked, his erect penis fully exposed.
It was uncertain whether Michael would keep his promise not to penetrate Betty.
Betty had just compromised a few tis, adhering to promises, whether this would set an example for Michael or guide him, only the ensuing events would prove.
Finally, the silhouette under the blanket began to move, with Michael's body slowly rising.
His head moved towards Betty's upper body, his mouth leaving her intimate area and traveling up her abdon.
Betty, feeling the loss of Michael's oral attentions, showed a hint of disappointnt on her face, but the kisses and suckling on other parts of her body continued to bring her comfort, so she kept her eyes closed, unaware that Michael had secretly freed his lower half, revealing his formidable weapon.
Gradually, Michael's head reached Betty's chest, where her chin was just visible at the edge of the blanket, occasionally revealing Michael's hair.
Michael was undoubtedly sucking and licking Betty's breasts, as his head moved back and forth under the blanket.
Betty was deeply imrsed, savoring every mont, occasionally biting her lower lip hard when she couldn't suppress a moan, using the pain to temper her pleasure.
After lingering on Betty's breasts, Michael finally erged from under the blanket, his face dripping with sweat from the confined space.
His mouth was wet with saliva, a testant to his recent activities, but his excitent was palpable.
He trailed kisses up Betty's neck, aiming for her lips, but just as he was about to kiss her, Betty dodged away.
Thinking she was just shy, Michael pursued her lips once more.
"Don't kiss ..." Betty dodged again and finally spoke, her voice weak.
It seed the foreplay had left her drained.
"Why not, babe?" Michael stopped chasing her lips and asked breathlessly, a hint of displeasure on his face as Betty repeatedly broke their intimate agreent, which upset him.
"Your mouth is dirty..." Betty said bluntly, revealing her true feelings.
Michael paused, then understood.
He had been performing oral sex on her for a while, and his mouth still bore the traces of her fluids. Although he relished the taste, Betty was clearly repulsed by it.
Her refusal wasn't about breaking promises; she was simply disgusted by the state of his mouth.
Realizing this, Michael gave up on kissing her.
Instead, he kissed her cheeks while his chest rubbed against her breasts.
anwhile, his hips began to lower, and I knew Michael was contemplating penetration. Would he really break his promise to Betty?
"Babe, let go inside, please? I'm really struggling here..." Michael whispered hotly in Betty's ear, his voice laden with desperation.
Betty shook her head firmly after hearing Michael's plea, her face twisted with conflict.
The foreplay had ignited her desires, and she too craved the fulfillnt of penetration, but she was determined to maintain her boundaries. Despite having given in twice before, she knew she had to hold her line for the sake of their future.
"What should I do then? I'm really suffering here..." Michael didn't impulsively penetrate her but followed her lead, his breathing growing more labored, unsure of what to do next.
His ability to stop himself showed he truly cared about Betty and feared upsetting her again.
"Sigh... just lie down..." Betty, her eyes blazing with desire, glanced at the anxious Michael and finally sighed.
Hearing Betty's reluctant command, Michael rolled off her, giving up the dominant position he had fought hard to maintain.
He could have forced himself on her, but the mory of her slap was still fresh, so he reluctantly backed down.
After Michael moved off Betty, he lay back on the bed, and Betty sat up, slowly pulling back the blanket.
Betty seed uncomfortable being naked in front of Michael, so she quickly covered herself from the chest down with the blanket.
When she pulled back the blanket covering Michael, Betty froze, confronted by his erect penis.
She had assud Michael was still wearing his pajama bottoms and had been ntally preparing to help him remove them.
She hadn't expected that he had already taken them off, and the sight of his formidable yet enticing penis nearly made her gasp aloud.
Betty glanced at Michael's large penis and then shifted her gaze to his eyes.
Seeing her surprised expression, Michael, embarrassed, looked away, avoiding her gaze.
During his earlier secretive removal of his pants and underwear, he had likely contemplated forcing himself on her again, and Betty could tell.
Seeing Michael's embarrassed look, Betty secretly breathed a sigh of relief, realizing how close she had co to being assaulted.
Betty felt a flicker of reassurance seeing this; Michael's restraint showed he had his reservations, which was a step in the right direction.
She looked again at his penis, which had penetrated her twice before, taking her virginity and leaving her in a state of ecstasy and tornt.
Betty then extended her hands towards Michael—was she about to give him a handjob?
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