ushernet Chapter 071 His glans nudged back and forth at Betty's crotch R18
Chapter 071 His glans nudged back and forth at Betty's crotch R18
Michael quickly threw the handcuffs aside after unlocking Betty's and immediately grabbed her shoulders, leaning over her chest. It was clear he was also afraid that without the handcuffs, Betty might suddenly fight back, so he quickly pinned her down with his body weight, securing a dominant position.
As the handcuffs clicked open, Betty's face, with eyes closed, flashed a moment of struggle and hesitation. When Michael finally steadied her shoulders and pressed down on her, Betty showed no signs of resistance, lying there motionless as if asleep.
"Umm..." Michael's upper body pressed down on Betty, her chest compressing under his weight, eliciting a soft moan that hinted at a trace of post-comfort bliss. Feeling Michael press down again, Betty seemed to revert to her initial state, becoming a 'sleeping beauty' pretending to be asleep.
Michael's face bore a slight smile, pleased with his gamble. With the handcuffs gone and his hands free, he could do as he pleased more easily.
Michael remained on top of Betty, then shifted his knees on the bed, forcefully wedging his legs between Betty's. Her legs were pried apart, showing only slight resistance, tightening briefly when initially forced open.
After her legs were spread, Michael freed one hand to reach down to his groin, then grasped his penis, beginning to search for the vaginal entrance.
But Michael was truly facing a challenge this time. Their initial penetration could be chalked up to sheer luck, like a blind squirrel finding a nut, accidentally achieving insertion. As a novice who had just lost his virginity, Michael now had to deliberately search for the vaginal entrance, which proved difficult.
His glans nudged back and forth at Betty's crotch, rubbing against her pubic hair and urethral opening, but he couldn't find the vaginal entrance below. This fool—didn't he know that to insert properly while she lay on her back, he needed to spread the woman's legs and lift her hips?
Now, with the bedsheet partially covering the vaginal entrance and Betty's legs stiffly outstretched on the bed, the position was all wrong for insertion.
Watching Betty's waiting expression, I covered my chest with my hand. Witnessing their intense scene, I felt no passion—after all, the main characters were my wife and my foster son. I couldn't just view this video as if it were just another adult film.
My feelings were of deep sympathy for Betty, seeing her despairing expression as she was penetrated, her tears, and the pain of being raped by Michael.
My heart ached just as hers did.
Now, all I felt was a slow, sinking sadness and a hint of disappointment, because Betty's current state seemed like a betrayal. The handcuffs were completely removed; she had every chance to resist or escape. And yet, why did she lift her hips at that moment, allowing Michael to find her vaginal entrance so easily?
This action might seem unintentional, but to an observer, it felt like a form of compliance, no different from if Betty had actively helped guide Michael's penis. The only difference was that one seemed unintentional, and the other clearly intentional, but in reality, both were "intentional."
At this moment, I was absolutely losing it. The flood of emotions—heartache, sadness, grief, and that sense of betrayal—was overwhelming. If I had been there with them, I would have definitely lunged at Michael, ready to throttle him for his betrayal. As for Betty, if she was willing to apologize and admit her wrongs, I could forgive her.
After all, she was coerced at the beginning, and her current state could be seen as a temporary lapse in judgment during intimacy. I've always struggled to satisfy her, and with my long business trips, her loneliness must have heightened her needs. I would force myself to forgive her.
"Umm..." As another moan from Betty reached my ears, I saw Michael push his glans in and then thrust his hips again, driving his penis halfway in. Thanks to the considerable size of Michael's penis, it didn't fully penetrate in one go. Unlike the unintentional full penetration earlier, this time they were both fully aware of what was happening.
"It hurts..." Betty's lips parted slightly as she closed her eyes, uttering a word. It wasn't so much spoken as it was a lip-read or perhaps a sound wave formed as she exhaled. It seemed like her vocal cords didn't vibrate, making the volume of the word very faint. It didn't sound like something Betty would say out loud; rather, it seemed more like something she breathed out.
But this word was clearly heard by both me and Michael. A flicker of excitement and pity crossed Michael's face, softening his intention to thrust again. Before Betty breathed out the word "it hurts," Michael was ready to thrust forcefully once more, aiming to fully penetrate Betty's vagina with his penis.