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Chapter 062 What was she to do?
At this moment, Betty was tensing her body to prevent herself from trembling. She lay quietly on her back on the bed, perhaps knowing that she shouldn't roll over to sleep. If she did, it would make it easier for Michael to pull down her pajama bottoms and underwear. So, Betty endured, maintaining her position on her back.
After Michael finished sucking his finger, tasting Betty's arousal, he once again covered Betty's breasts with his hands and began to knead them as if they were dough. Betty's body slowly swayed with Michael's kneading.
After caressing her breasts, Michael slowly moved downward, finally reaching Betty's flat, toned abdomen. Betty didn't have ticklish flesh there, so she wasn't afraid of being tickled. After stroking her a few times, Michael leaned down and began to lick and kiss her abdomen.
In the past, Michael would never have dared to touch Betty's abdomen, not knowing if she was ticklish there, which might have awakened her. But now, Michael wasn't afraid because he knew Betty was awake and tacitly allowing him to do so.
Michael lingered on Betty's abdomen and breasts, kissing her belly button and slowly moving down to her vulva, starting to lick through her pajama bottoms and underwear.
Although Michael was not yet 14, he lived in the information age where children mature early and can access various information online, including adult content. Thus, he had learned quite a bit about sexual knowledge and techniques, though he had never practiced them before.
Now, he finally had the chance to put the sexual knowledge he had learned from the internet and novels into practice. He continuously stimulated Betty's sexual desire, knowing that the higher he could drive her arousal, the more she would indulge him, and the greater his opportunities would be.
Michael licked Betty's vulva, and Betty's hands, placed at her sides, secretly clenched the sheets, enduring the constant stimulation of her sensitive area.
Sex is one of the most wonderful things in the world and a primal human instinct. Even the most virtuous women need and desire sex, and Betty was no exception.
As Betty's arousal heightened, Michael's foreplay became increasingly skilled. Watching Michael's innate talent, I couldn't help but feel a bit thankful to the heavens.
After licking through the fabric for a while, Michael felt it was about time. Unfortunately, Betty was still lying on her back, which wasn't as conducive to removing her clothes as if she were lying on her side.
Michael, who was busy tugging at her pants, nearly got hit by Betty's suddenly raised knees.
Luckily, he reacted swiftly, shifting his upper body towards Betty's upper body to dodge her "sudden attack."
In the past, such a bold move from Betty would have scared Michael half to death, but this time, knowing that Betty was awake, he wasn't too startled.
Betty hoped that by raising her knees, Michael would let go and back off, but her plan fell through. All it did was make Michael release the pajama pants from his mouth, his hands still firmly hooked on either side of her pants.
Michael was indeed startled for a moment. He glanced at Betty's face, half-expecting her to open her eyes and confront him directly. Seeing that she still had her eyes closed, he concluded that Betty was merely resisting him indirectly, and she didn't want him to know she was awake.
After taking a deep breath, Michael refocused on Betty's lower body. What he saw next made him secretly rejoice.
As Betty raised her knees and maintained a curled position, part of her buttocks lifted off the bed. Now, only half of her buttocks and her heels were supporting her on the bed, with her calves, thighs, knees, and the lower half of her buttocks off the bed.
Betty's unintended movement once again played into Michael's hands, removing the last of her restraints.
With a swift motion, Michael, fearful that Betty might catch on, quickly and gently pulled down her pajama pants and underwear to her knees—the junction of her thighs and calves, forming a 90-degree angle.
Betty's action was quite telling; she had never slept with her legs curled up before. At this moment, Betty seemed internally panicked and at a loss...
The hardest part was over, and Michael couldn't hide his excitement. He continued with renewed vigor. Betty's pajama pants slid past her knees, down her calves, to her heels.