Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 216 Had Betty betrayed me again? Part3 R18

As I hesitated, Betty had already risen to her full height at the far end of the room.

By then, she was standing completely upright, yet the penis remained deeply embedded within her.

Betty glanced back at the man behind her, then turned to gaze at the penis as it began to withdraw from her body.

She was wearing a short skirt, which draped over and concealed her lower half.

Throughout the entire event, I never once caught a glimpse of her vagina, hidden as it was by the skirt’s hem.

Had I not known that the penis was inside Betty, I might have mistaken it for a tail she had grown; it resembled one so closely.

I never saw the man’s face, let alone his expression.

Now standing straight, the penis seemed to have reached its limit of withdrawal.

With only the visible part measuring about 7 inches, and considering the additional length hidden by her skirt and still inside her, it was at least 8 inches long—a considerable size even among Westerners.

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It was astonishing to think that such a thick, column-like object had been inside Betty for so long.

It was even more surprising that her vagina could accommodate such a massive thing.

But then again, if a woman’s vagina can birth a baby, why not accommodate this penis?

As Betty straightened up, she knew she was approaching the final hurdle: withdrawing the largest part of the penis—the glans, which was at least a third wider than the shaft, sometimes even more.

Unsure whether she feared hurting herself or the man beneath her, Betty cautiously took a step forward.

As she moved, she pushed her buttocks back, ensuring that her hips and the penis remained stationary despite her step.

When Betty stopped moving, her body formed a ’K’ shape.

She then took a deep breath and slowly began to distance her buttocks from the man, gradually straightening her body.

Perhaps due to the size of the glans, the penis stretched taut as she pulled away.

The penis has a certain elasticity, and as Betty stretched it, it grew longer, its skin tightening.

Betty was extremely careful, her cheeks puffed, resembling a pregnant woman in labor—so cautious and evidently in pain.

With a loud "pop," Betty suddenly regained her freedom, standing upright as the penis finally withdrew completely from her body.

In that instant, the penis bounced and swayed like a released spring, snapping back and forth.

"Oh..." As the glans left her, Betty, despite being mentally prepared, shuddered violently, nearly stumbling but managing to steady herself at the last moment.

The intense stimulation of the glans leaving her was evident in her reaction.

I glanced at the time, oddly compelled to record every second related to Betty, even though it was just a simple withdrawal that lasted about 50 seconds.

After the penis left her, Betty’s body sagged momentarily, forcing her to brace herself on her knees as she gasped for air.

Just withdrawing the penis had been so strenuous; if the intercourse had continued...

After its withdrawal, the penis still stood erect, eventually calming and pointing straight up.

The penis was coated with a glistening fluid, reflecting the light from above.

The man lay there, propped up on his elbow, motionless, his penis erect and fully exposed.

Compared to Betty’s figure, the size of his penis was truly immense.

After composing herself, Betty quickly grabbed a wet wipe from the coffee table and reached under her skirt to clean herself.

She tossed the used wipe into the trash can beside the table.

Bending over to adjust her skirt at the ankle, Betty inadvertently gave the man a view under her skirt.

Although her skirt wasn’t very short, bending over revealed more than intended, possibly even her exposed vulva to the man’s view.

Betty then pulled up her panties.

As she pulled them up to her knees, the man slid an arm out from under his head and reached under her skirt, evidently touching her buttocks.

"Umm..." Betty, startled by the sudden touch, turned and shot the man a reproachful look, biting her lip before quickly pulling her panties all the way up.

Her skirt fell neatly back into place, and she stood there, tidy and composed, as if her vagina hadn’t just been tightly coupled with a massive penis.

"Come on, get up... stop lazing around," Betty said after dressing, turning around to glance at his still-erect penis, her face flushing as she spoke from a position of authority.

"I’m still wet... let it dry a bit," the man replied nonchalantly, making no move to get up, his genitals still exposed.

"You..." Betty, a flush of embarrassment crossing her face, spoke indignantly.

"Why don’t you help me wipe it off?" the man teased.

"Just taking advantage of the situation..." Betty muttered, but she actually picked up a wet wipe and started cleaning the man’s large penis.

It took her several wipes to get it thoroughly clean.

"Ouch... you pinched me," the man exclaimed as Betty finished wiping.

Although she wasn’t strong, the penis is quite sensitive, and even a light touch can hurt.

However, it seemed Betty had managed not to hurt him too badly.

"If I don’t make it behave, how will you put on your pants? If you don’t put on your pants, how will you leave?" Betty retorted with a serious tone, then couldn’t help but giggle.

True to her words, the man’s penis finally softened.

The man sighed, seemingly resigned, and began to get dressed.

Could I finally see the man’s face?

I was too close to the window, hearing everything clearly but seeing it blurred.

I stepped back to reduce the glare on the glass for a clearer view.

"Thud..." In my haste, I forgot the window behind me was open.

My head hit the sharp corner of the window.

It hurt, but thanks to my training, I managed not to cry out.

I clutched the back of my head, tears nearly escaping from the pain.

Had they heard me?

I quickly looked up, my vision blurry, to see Betty and the man at the door.

The man was putting on his shoes.

Thankfully, they hadn’t noticed me, but I could only see the man’s back, not his face.

"Click..." Betty finished putting on her shoes, and they both left, turning off the lights...

Damn, I missed seeing his face again.