Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 069 Once Michael was fully inside Betty again Part2 R18

"Ah, ah, ah... you... ah, ah, ah..." At this moment, Betty could hardly endure Michael's massive member, stretching her as if it was her first time, making her feel as if she was on fire, while also sending waves of pleasure through her.

She hadn't expected Michael to break his promise, suddenly changing his mind and forcefully taking her from behind.

Right then, Betty felt like a small boat tossed about in the ocean, at the mercy of the wild winds, constantly at risk of capsizing.

Michael was going at it with great vigor from behind, plunging deeply with almost every thrust, leaving Betty unable to utter a complete sentence.

As she endured Michael's stormy onslaught, Betty began to grasp the floor with both hands, then pushed her body forward, lying prone. She was like a wounded bird, her wings unable to fly, merely using them to prop up her injured body as she slowly crawled across the ground.

Bit by bit, Betty moved forward, trying to actively remove the nauseating behemoth that continued to thrust inside her.

But Michael, the devil himself, had no intention of letting her go. He kept hammering away at Betty's behind, each impact on her buttocks causing her to pause in her forward movement, while Michael adjusted his knees to follow her shifting body.

At that moment, Betty truly seemed like a damsel being violated, crawling on the ground, desperately trying to escape Michael's clutches, screaming madly. The pleasure was perhaps minimal, overshadowed by her inner resistance and the pain brought on by Michael's enormous size.

Michael kept up the pursuit, relentlessly taking her as he followed.

He was like a knight, and Betty his steed, with Michael firmly mounted atop her as the steed ran wildly, the knight riding majestically.

Though Betty's slow, prone advance did disrupt Michael's rhythm, each time he followed her, he had to pause his thrusts to catch up, ensuring his member wasn't pulled out.

After circling the floor with Betty, Michael thought of another tactic. He released his arms from the floor, then laid his entire body on Betty's back, his legs also pinning down Betty's struggling limbs.

There's a saying: "Life is like a storm, if you can't stop it, you might as well dance in the rain." At this point, Betty seemed to embrace this philosophy, knowing that resistance was futile. It wasn't just the physical pleasure that made her stop resisting, but also the handcuffs linking their right wrists together, binding them as one.

Betty's hands were pressed under her chest, and Michael's hands rested on her shoulders, the chain of the handcuffs draped over her shoulders, tethering them tightly together.

Perhaps sensing Betty's submission, Michael paused his thrusting, then slowly stood up, supporting Betty by her slender waist.

By now, Betty was so spent from Michael's vigorous activity that she could only let him move her as he pleased. The arm that was handcuffed felt numb, moving only with the motion of Michael's arm.

Michael seemed exhilarated, as if injected with an adrenaline rush, his body bursting with inexhaustible energy. When he pulled Betty up from the floor to a standing position, their genitals remained tightly connected.

Betty seemed soulless, like a puppet, manipulated by Michael, showing no signs of resistance, her eyes closed as if shutting them could somehow block out the reality of her situation.

Betty's front was smeared with grime—her abdomen, thighs, and her full breasts—despite the clean floor. Betty, who usually maintained a spotless cleanliness, now seemed indifferent to the dirt.

Her voluptuous body parts had been rubbing against the floor as she had been "crawling" and "sprinting" around, which made them appear somewhat dirty.

Once they were standing, Michael resumed his vigorous thrusting, his testicles swinging back and forth. Supported by Michael, Betty's breasts, finally free from the pressure of the floor, swayed with the movement of their bodies.

Betty leaned slightly forward, her hands on her thighs, allowing her body to curve slightly to conserve some energy, a testament to how Michael had worn her out.

Michael, a former athlete, utilized his strong core to continue thrusting back and forth with great amplitude, his sizable penis never slipping out. His genetic advantage in this area was clearly evident.

Standing up, it took less than two minutes for Betty to lose her strength again, her legs trembling, barely able to stand.

It seemed she might have climaxed again, but the "little wolf dog" behind her had no intention of stopping, continuing his vigorous pace, even accelerating as he went on.