ushernet Chapter 122 Betty seemed to think this position was too lewd Part3 R18
Chapter 122 Betty seemed to think this position was too lewd Part3 R18
"Ah..." Michael finally let out a moan, the first and only sound other than his breathing.
His head lifted slightly, lips parting, a few sticky white threads connecting them, likely remnants of their recent kiss.
Michael's hips were pressed tightly against Betty's buttocks, their bodies joined so completely that not a trace of Michael's penis could be seen—it was entirely "hidden" inside Betty's vagina.
The only part left outside, his scrotum, was contracting intensely.
I could tell from the speed and frequency of these contractions how many times Michael was ejaculating.
His scrotum was contracting significantly, his semen continuously shooting deep into Betty's vagina through the urethral opening.
You see, Betty and I had always wanted children, and she wasn't using any birth control.
They weren't using a condom either, so Michael's semen could freely seek out Betty's eggs, potentially creating a new life.
At that moment, my beloved wife Betty was receiving Michael's "fertilization."
The fertilization lasted about half a minute before Michael's scrotum reluctantly ceased its contractions, having given all its stored semen to Betty.
Betty, head bowed, quietly underwent the fertilization without any resistance.
After the fertilization ritual ended, Betty was completely drained of strength, perhaps climaxing more times than she knew during the process.
Normally, I could gauge Betty's climaxes by the volume of her moans and her expressions, but their lovemaking was so intense that it was hard to distinguish the climaxes from the rest of her continuous, ecstatic moaning.
However, given the intensity, it was certain Betty had climaxed...
When the fertilization was over, Betty was utterly exhausted.
A fierce session of lovemaking had sapped all her strength.
Though she tried to support herself against the wall with her hands and keep her legs straight, she simply couldn't muster the energy.
Betty's body slowly collapsed like a bridge long in disrepair.
Michael, feeling her weakening state, tried to support her failing body, but he too was drained.
After wandering outside for many days and expending so much energy and semen, it was a struggle for him to even stand.
Despite his efforts to save Betty, he could only collapse alongside her, both of them ending up lying on the floor.
He watched Betty struggle to rise but did not help her.
It was unclear why he refrained—typically, a man, or rather a boy in this case, would assist a woman he had been intimate with, at least to show some gentlemanly behavior, but Michael did not.
After several failed attempts to get up, Betty gave up and decided to rest a bit longer.
Though she planned to remain lying down, Michael's penis was still inside her.
Betty glanced down at her groin, seeing only her pubic hair and the slight bulge of her belly, but she could feel Michael's penis inside her.
After a period of rest, not only had Michael's physical strength returned, but so had his sexual vigor.
Michael's previously flaccid penis slowly engorged again, stretching Betty's vaginal opening that had begun to contract.
Betty, of course, felt all of this.
Betty awkwardly shifted her hips, attempting to pull Michael's penis out of her.
With each small movement she made, his penis retracted slightly.
After a short distance, she managed to pull it out a bit, but she couldn't continue because Michael had opened his eyes and regained full awareness.
He remembered everything that had happened and, realizing the uncertainty of whether this night was just a fleeting moment or the start of something more permanent, decided to seize the moment.
In the final seconds, he wrapped his hands around Betty's slender waist, preventing her from moving away.
With a thrust, Michael re-entered Betty, pushing his penis back into her as a mix of semen and lubrication squirted from their joined bodies.
Betty let out a cry that sounded like a mix of pain and surprise.
Betty was not willing to give up so easily.
She reached for Michael's hands on her waist, trying to pull them away.
But she lacked the strength, and even if she had it, how could she match the force of a man in heat?
As she struggled to move her hips forward while trying to pry Michael's hands off, she was firmly held in place.
After several attempts, she had no choice but to use her upper body strength.
Facing Michael, she turned her head and looked directly into his clear, alert eyes.