Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 158 Michael... stop... Part2 R18

After about 20 seconds, Betty finally opened her eyes, realizing something was off. She saw Michael lying on the bed, holding her hands.

At that moment, Betty, straddling Michael, began to show signs of confusion and disbelief. She started to struggle lightly and spoke words of refusal, though her actions and words seemed feeble.

It wasn’t for any trivial reason; the two climaxes she had just experienced had drained all her strength. Now, the only reason she could even sit up was thanks to Michael holding her hands.

Betty’s struggles and words of refusal didn’t seem to affect Michael at all. Seeing Betty’s resistance only seemed to excite him more, prompting him to increase the pace and force of his thrusts.

The bed creaked under the weight of their bodies, and the sound of their hips colliding sped up.

Betty’s body was like a leaf in the wind, lifted by Michael’s thrusts only to fall again. At this point, she could only stabilize her body, with no energy left to resist or struggle.

Indeed, Betty had genuinely wanted to resist; her legs tensed powerlessly. Her physical strength couldn’t support her swaying body, and the pleasure from her sensitive spots kept eroding her last bit of energy.

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding. Betty, out of strength, closed her eyes again, tilting her head back. Her silky hair fell behind her, covering her smooth back and even touching her transforming buttocks.

Betty tilted her head back, her eyes closed once more. She shook her head with each of Michael’s thrusts, perhaps using her last bit of strength to silently refuse Michael, or maybe to distract herself from her feelings.

The room echoed with Michael’s breathing, the sound of their bodies colliding, and Betty’s increasingly breathless moans. As time passed, their desire surged again. Michael particularly enjoyed this position; it was the first time they tried it, allowing him a clear view of Betty’s breasts bouncing and their genitals merging.

As seconds ticked by, the afterglow of Betty’s second climax faded, and a new climax was building. Her moans and breathing grew louder. Perhaps after a brief rest, her strength seemed somewhat restored, and she had now accepted and adapted to the position.

The sound of their bodies colliding grew louder and faster. Realizing Betty no longer needed his support, Michael tentatively let go of her hands. Betty’s body, as expected, remained firmly positioned above Michael’s hips.

With Michael’s continuous thrusts, they slowly reached a climactic state. Then, Michael suddenly slowed his pace.

He noticed Betty was building up to her third climax, and it seemed to be intensifying. When Michael slowed down, he discovered that Betty had started to respond actively, perhaps getting used to the frequency and force of his thrusts, or maybe she had grown accustomed to their current state. She was moving up and down at the same pace as Michael’s earlier movements.

Was Betty lost in the throes of passion, or had she lost conscious awareness, driven only by desire?

Seeing Betty’s current state brought a smile to Michael’s face, spurring his excitement. Slowing down might have been a test.

Realizing Betty’s active participation, Michael achieved his goal. To keep Betty from noticing anything unusual and stopping her active participation, Michael resumed his previous pace and even sped it up a bit.

Noticing Betty’s initiative, I also began to pay attention to her body posture, observing how her pace quickened with Michael’s and slowed with his.

A moan echoed through the room, this time from Michael, not Betty. Michael had reached his climax, his upper body arching up to form a 45-degree angle with the bed. As Michael ejaculated and stopped thrusting, Betty also ceased her movements.

She sat steadily on Michael’s hips. I could only judge from Michael’s trembling body and the rapid contractions of his scrotum that he was releasing a large amount of semen into Betty’s womb. Betty’s body also trembled lightly, matching the frequency of Michael’s scrotal contractions.

At this moment, Betty made no sound, nor did her expression change. Perhaps she was simply exhausted, but her body gave the most genuine response.

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Just before ejaculating, Michael released Betty’s hands and waist, his hands reaching for her breasts. As Michael arched his upper body, he grasped Betty’s breasts, continuously stimulating her.

During this process, Betty could have disengaged from Michael, could have prevented him from ejaculating inside her. Even if she lacked the strength to get up, she could have moved aside, allowing Michael’s penis to withdraw. But Betty didn’t...

The scene seemed to freeze at that moment. I started to fast-forward, the two maintaining their quiet posture for about 30 seconds before making a new move.

As the initiator, Michael had been vigorously bringing Betty to climax after climax, with hardly any pause. It’s unclear how much semen he ejaculated this time, perhaps he had given all the semen he had accumulated over the past few days to Betty.

A man’s semen is precious, akin to ten drops of blood. Now that the sexual act was over, Michael lost all his vitality. Overcome with post-ejaculation fatigue, he lay motionless on the bed, allowing Betty to remain seated on his hips, their genitals still tightly connected.

Betty was the first to move, sensing everything was over. Although reluctant to open her eyes and face reality, she knew Michael was very weak at this moment. She opened her eyes, glanced at the resting Michael, and then with effort, prepared to get up. Betty was not much stronger than Michael; it took her several attempts to stagger to her feet. As she lifted herself from Michael’s hips, his penis, though flaccid but still quite thick, slowly became visible, withdrawing inch by inch from Betty’s vagina. The originally dark shaft was now white, coated with a mix of their fluids.

With a soft pop, as Michael’s penis extended to its limit, only the head remained inside. They encountered a bottleneck; although Michael’s penis had softened, the head was still large. Betty gently rocked her hips, then slowly withdrew Michael’s head from herself, her movements tender as if afraid of hurting him. These subconscious actions were filled with care and affection for Michael.

Finally, their genitals separated. Although Betty quickly covered her vaginal opening with her hand, the semen, like a breached dam, squirted through her fingers.

Some of the escaping semen even dripped onto Michael’s hips. Betty bent down from the bed and then ran to the bathroom, her steps light and nearly causing her to stumble several times.

Once in the bathroom, Betty began to wash her body, her expression almost blank, though the flush on her face indicated the lingering effects of her climax.

In the room, Michael still lay on the bed, catching his breath. His face showed fatigue, but more than that, satisfaction. This sexual encounter had thoroughly satiated him.