ushernet Chapter 123 Betty seemed to think this position was too lewd Part4 R18
Chapter 123 Betty seemed to think this position was too lewd Part4 R18
"Michael..." Betty's voice was weak and hoarse.
"Mom..." Michael replied obediently, his voice as gentle as ever, calling out to Betty in the familiar tone.
"Have you finally come to?" Betty seemed to forget everything, her face lighting up with surprise. Though her expression was frail, this hint of joy breathed some life into her.
"Mmm..." Michael didn't say much, just responded with a sound.
"That's wonderful, you're awake... Do you know how worried Mom was?" Betty seemed to forget the recent events, as well as their current position and situation.
They talked back and forth as if they were just chatting in everyday life, not noticing that they were both naked, with their genitals tightly connected. It was an act of intimacy usually reserved for couples.
"I'm sorry, Mom..." Michael didn't respond to Betty's words, just apologized to her.
"Don't say that anymore, it's my fault for not giving you enough love..." Betty was lost in the joy of Michael's awakening. As she tried to sit up to talk to him, the movement caused the penis inside her to move as well, eliciting a moan from her.
This moan, though common during sexual intercourse, felt utterly out of place in their calm conversation, snapping them both back to reality as they suddenly became aware of each other's naked bodies...
After observing each other's bodies, their gazes met again. Initially, Betty's eyes flickered with surprise, then settled into calmness, while Michael's gaze remained steady throughout.
Perhaps, compared to Betty, he was less rational, driven more by his physical desires.
Betty lowered her head, not out of shyness, but hesitation flashed in her eyes.
Perhaps what she wanted most was to reject Michael, even asking him to withdraw from her, but she dared not speak out, especially since the incident of Michael running away from home had just passed.
Betty's gaze shifted away, but Michael's did not. He might not see her eyes, but he could see the furrowed brow and the tension on her forehead, guessing her hesitations.
Throughout this adjustment, Betty was passive, almost limp, allowing Michael to position her as he wished.
Eventually, they both found themselves in a kneeling position, but with distinct postures: Michael upright on his knees, and Betty on all fours, her posture reminiscent of a dog, thus perfectly forming the doggy style position.
Once they were positioned, Michael resumed his thrusting with renewed urgency.
Now free from the friction of the floor, his movements were smoother and more forceful. Michael's rhythm was impeccable, his thrusts both regular and rapid, sending waves across Betty's buttocks.
From his elevated position, Michael had a commanding view of Betty's swaying back, her slender neck, her cascading hair, and the sight of his own thick penis moving vigorously in and out of her, nestled between the cheeks of her buttocks.
The veins on his penis were pronounced, bulging with each thrust, contrasting starkly with the delicate folds of Betty's genitals.
Each of Michael's thrusts drew out strands of white fluid, which accumulated around Betty's genitals.
Directly above where their bodies connected, Betty's anus was exposed and vulnerable under Michael's intense gaze.
With each powerful thrust, Betty's anus opened and closed in sync with his movements, mirroring the rhythm of their intense coupling.
Betty's body continued to rock back and forth with the force of Michael's impacts.
Her full breasts swung wildly under her, slapping against her chest rhythmically with each movement. Although Michael couldn't see this from his position, I, observing through a surveillance camera, had a clear view of Betty's breasts dancing wildly, a spectacle that felt like a peculiar form of compensation for me.
Watching Betty's continuously shaking form, Michael felt a surge of pride and satisfaction.
He likened himself to a victorious knight, riding his steed, which galloped obediently under his command. To him, Betty was both a beast of burden and a slave to his desires, responding precisely to his every command.
How could Michael not feel a profound sense of satisfaction and fulfillment from such complete control and dominance?
This method of interaction was the ultimate affirmation of his vanity and pleasure.