Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 090 Babe, let me go inside, please? Part 2 R18

Betty's hands didn't reach for Michael's penis; instead, she grabbed a corner of the blanket on her body.

Lifting the corner of the blanket, she slowly covered Michael's face, making sure to leave a small gap for him to breathe.

With Michael's face covered, Betty's expression relaxed significantly.

She took a deep breath, then reached out her hands again, letting the blanket slide off her body.

Betty's voluptuous and alluring body was now exposed to the air, but Michael, with his face hidden, could see nothing.

He knew Betty was shy, so he stayed still, covered by the blanket, his lower body exposed with his erect penis standing boldly, unashamed.

Betty gazed at the large penis with a complex look in her eyes.

This was the first time she had seen Michael's penis so clearly, unlike the fleeting glimpse in the bathroom or that traumatic night.

To a man, this penis might seem repulsive and ugly, but to Betty, a woman consumed by desire, it appeared irresistibly fascinating.

Watching Michael's penis, Betty silently swallowed, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out towards it.

When Betty's delicate hands touched Michael's penis, she quickly withdrew them as if shocked by electricity, then gathered her courage to touch it again.

This time, Betty firmly grasped Michael's penis, which was so long that even with both hands, the head was still exposed.

As Betty held Michael's penis, his lower body shuddered.

He could feel the warmth and softness of her hands, which brought him a momentary relief from his desires.

Though Betty's touch was comforting, it was nothing compared to the tightness and wetness of her vagina.

Betty began to gently stroke Michael's penis, initiating the act of masturbation.

As she moved her hands up and down, Michael's foreskin rolled back and forth, continuously enveloping the head and the coronal ridge.

Michael, his face still covered by the blanket, began to moan softly, while Betty, battling her own raging desires, continued to relieve Michael's sexual tension.

The scene was bizarre: a beautiful woman, naked, kneeling on the bed, her breasts hanging low due to her bent posture, swaying slightly with each stroke of her hands.

This method might also provide more stimulation and potentially expedite Michael's climax, offering Betty some relief.

As his penis became slick again, Michael, feeling the change, sneakily opened his eyes to see Betty using her own fluids for lubrication.

His already hard penis twitched again at the sight.

After Michael had lifted the blanket to speak, he didn't cover himself again, and Betty, too preoccupied, continued her 'task'.

This was a one-sided job; Michael was enjoying it, while Betty was struggling.

Michael's stamina was no joke; after ten minutes of Betty's efforts, there was no sign of him climaxing.

Eventually, Betty had to switch to using one hand, giving the other a rest.

She alternated between her left and right hand, switching whenever one arm grew tired.

Betty's expression showed her fatigue; her brows and nose slightly furrowed as she endured the ache in her arms.

Michael squinted at Betty's exhausted demeanor, secretly delighted, as if to say: "Didn't you say anything non-penetrative was okay? Now, let's see how you manage without that..."

Five more minutes passed slowly, and Betty finally couldn't keep going.

She withdrew her hands, shaking them vigorously to relieve the strain.

Her breathing was rapid, her skin flushed—not from arousal, but from sheer fatigue.

At this moment, she bit her lip, her brows furrowed, perhaps feeling as if her hands were no longer her own.

There was also a hint of regret on her face; she had thought that avoiding penetration would protect her virtue.

Though her virtue was intact, her body was nearly broken.

Now, with no sign of Michael climaxing, she was exhausted to death.

How was she supposed to handle the days to come?

During Betty's brief rest, the slight desire Michael had managed to build up began to fade.

Watching his penis slowly soften, Betty realized all her efforts had been in vain...