Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 230 Michael had finally lost his temper... Part4 R18

Betty, gasping for air, finally let out a high-pitched moan, a mix of pain and pleasure, her head thrown back as tears welled up in her eyes.

It was unclear if the tears were from pain or emotion.

With her moan, there was also a sound of air being expelled.

I looked closely at where Michael and Betty were connected and saw that Michael’s glans had finally fully entered Betty’s vagina, her vaginal opening snugly wrapped around the base of his glans.

After checking the time, Michael hesitated no longer and thrust forcefully, pushing the rest of his glans inside.

Despite being prepared, Betty couldn’t help but moan from the penetration.

The process smoothed out after that initial adjustment.

Once Betty relaxed, Michael’s penis began to move deeper at a quicker pace, slowly burrowing towards the depths of her vagina.

The distance between Michael’s hips and Betty’s buttocks shortened, and as he penetrated deeper, Betty lifted one hand from the couch cushion to gently touch her lower abdomen, perhaps feeling the outline of the penis inside her.

When Michael’s penis was only a third of the way in, he paused, possibly reaching as deep as he could go since his penis was not as long as it had been two years ago, and Betty’s vaginal depth hadn’t changed.

"Ah... Ah..." Betty could no longer maintain her composure.

Realizing Michael had stopped moving, she placed her hand back on the cushion, bracing herself for what she knew would be a fierce barrage of thrusts.

She prepared herself to maintain balance.

Indeed, Michael began to slowly withdraw his penis, which was now glistening with her fluids—a stark contrast to its initial dryness.

As he pulled out, Betty’s labia turned outward, revealing the pink flesh inside.

At this point, Michael’s shaft stretched the surrounding area of Betty’s vagina tightly.

When he pulled back to just his glans, he slowly pushed forward again, leaving only a third of his penis outside.

Betty adjusted her breathing with each slow withdrawal and insertion.

Although the room was soundproof, she seemed to be trying hard to control her moans.

Was she still trying to maintain her composure?

On the other side, Michael glanced at the clock again, time had passed significantly.

I thought he would speed up, but instead, he resumed his slow pace after a moment of contemplation, his eyes briefly flashing with thought and desire.

Michael became unexpectedly calm and steady.

He gently pulled out and then slowly pushed back in, tenderly moving in and out.

He carefully observed Betty’s vaginal entrance, her anus, and his own penis as he moved.

Michael maintained a slow pace, taking about five seconds for each in-and-out movement, seemingly excited by the way Betty’s labia moved.

"Oh... Huh..." Michael moaned softly as he moved, showing no restraint as a man.

Poor Betty, positioned over the couch with her buttocks up, endured Michael’s gentle thrusting.

Although gentle, the slow pace allowed them both to more finely feel the sensation of their genitals rubbing together.

The room was relatively quiet now, the only sounds were Michael’s deep, husky moans.

Betty, on the other hand, seemed to be holding back, as if trying to preserve the last shred of her dignity.

Her arms and legs occasionally trembled with each of Michael’s thrusts, betraying the sensual stimulation she felt.

As time ticked by, at exactly four minutes and thirty seconds into the act, Michael continued his slow pace.

Weren’t they in a hurry before?

Why the sudden slowdown?

Betty, still caught in the throes of lovemaking, was rational enough to sense something was off.

During Michael’s slow thrusting, she glanced over her shoulder at him several times, her flushed face marked with confusion.

Perhaps fearing breaking the current mood, she remained silent, though her anxiety gradually intensified.

"You... what are you doing... we don’t have much time... hurry up..." After another minute, Betty glanced at the clock and finally spoke up, her voice tinged with urgency.

"Oh..." Michael, seemingly unsurprised by her words, responded nonchalantly.

Betty couldn’t see his face, but I could tell from his expression that he was merely placating her, not really taking her concerns seriously.

"Squish... squish... squish..." Following Betty’s urging, Michael finally increased his pace.

His thick penis rubbed vigorously against Betty’s vaginal walls, producing sticky, wet sounds.

Five minutes of this intense friction turned their clear lubrication into a milky white substance.

Since a third of Michael’s penis was still not fully inserted, his hips couldn’t reach Betty’s buttocks, maintaining a certain distance with each thrust.

Even though Michael sped up following Betty’s request, the increase was minimal.

If his initial pace was a thrust every five seconds, now it was about every four seconds.

Perhaps to distract himself and lessen his own sensations, I timed their actions on my computer.

As Michael increased his pace, I noticed his face showed urgency, yet he controlled his thrusting speed.

With his strong pelvic muscles, he could have moved much faster, but he deliberately slowed down.

Was he trying to provoke Betty?

"You..." Betty, sensing this, grew impatient after two more minutes.

Whether out of arousal or frustration at the slow pace, she twisted her waist as if trying to dislodge Michael’s penis.

Her struggle was mild, her voice a mix of a soft moan and a rebuke, yet it seemed somewhat inviting.

"Ah..." Just as Betty voiced her frustration, she let out her first genuine moan of their coupling.

Michael, sensing her struggle, suddenly increased his speed.

He pulled out slowly then thrust deeply into her, catching Betty off guard and eliciting a surprised moan from her.

This fierce thrust, though not fully inserting his penis, was made with such speed that it made Betty’s legs tremble.

I replayed the surveillance footage and saw that as Michael thrust deeply, the area around their genitals tightened dramatically, a detail Michael caught as he looked down.

It seemed this quick thrust finally got Betty into the rhythm, or perhaps she finally let go of her reservations.

She stopped struggling and settled down, ready to face the storm Michael was about to bring.

But after that thrust, Michael stopped moving altogether, his penis two-thirds inside Betty.

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Initially frantic, he now seemed to be deliberately dragging out the time.

But what purpose did his delay serve?

No matter how Michael thrust, he consistently left a third of his length unutilized.

It appeared that Michael’s penis was simply too long, reaching a bottleneck or critical point with just two-thirds of its length inside.

At this juncture, the tip of his penis must have been pressing against the entrance to Betty’s cervix.

To fully penetrate, his tip would need to push through the deepest part of Betty’s vagina, reaching her most sensitive spot.

"Are you even interested in making love anymore? What are you doing? If you keep this up, I’m going to get angry..." Betty, sensing Michael’s stillness, felt as if she was being toyed with.

Coupled with her sexual frustration, which Michael had heightened to an unbearable level, she suddenly snapped.