Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 68 - 0 Once Michael was fully inside Betty again Part1 R18

Time ticked by, and ten minutes had passed. Betty was still crying, though her sobs had quieted down. Michael lay on her back, his penis still inside her vagina.

Now sober after his climax, Michael realized he had done something terribly wrong. He could do nothing but wait, wait for Betty’s storm to pass.

"Get off me..." After a while, Betty stopped crying, seemingly coming to terms with the fact that she had been inseminated by her own foster son. She opened her swollen, red eyes and spoke with a cold tone.

"Mom, I’m sorry..." Michael, lacking eloquence, could only muster these few words timidly, unable to articulate anything more.

"I’m not your mom, you’re not my son, you bastard..." Betty’s body shuddered when Michael called her ’mom.’ She then turned her head, her gaze icy as she stared at Michael and hissed through clenched teeth, her voice filled with utter detachment. It was the first time I had ever seen Betty so angry.

"Mom..." A trace of sadness crossed Michael’s face, his expression pitiful as if he was about to play his trump card to gain Betty’s sympathy.

"Shut up, don’t call me mom, pull your disgusting thing out..." Betty harshly interrupted Michael as soon as he uttered ’mom,’ then yelled at him, seemingly losing her sanity.

The sudden violation had deeply affected Betty; it was a miracle she hadn’t lost her mind. Although she had once had feelings for Michael, things had never progressed this quickly. Michael, in his impatience, had raped and ejaculated inside her...

"I’m saying this one last time, pull your disgusting thing out..." Michael was stunned by Betty’s harsh words and her absolute rejection, his face a complex mix of emotions.

Feeling Michael’s penis still deeply embedded in her vagina, Betty had to repeat herself, her voice icy, indicating she almost wished she could kill Michael.

Michael looked profoundly sad. He sighed silently, then propped himself up on his arms, lifting his lower body while kneeling on either side of Betty. Slowly, he raised his hips, his pubic hair leaving Betty’s buttocks, revealing his penis that was still erect inside her vagina.

It was then that I could clearly see the ugly thing that had been inside Betty. The penis was wrapped with blue veins, resembling numerous worms entwined around the shaft.

The shaft was a deep purple, darker than Michael’s skin tone, with a slight upward curve. Inch by inch, the penis was pulled from Betty’s vagina, dragging out drops of thick, white semen.

Indeed, Michael’s semen was very dense, staining his penis, giving it a stark black and white appearance. Betty’s labia turned outward as the penis continued to be withdrawn, and the semen flowed out, trickling down to her urethral opening, then staining all her pubic hair.

Although Betty had turned her head away, I could see her biting her lip gently, her hands clenched into fists on the floor, her body trying hard to control itself but still visibly trembling. It was as if what was being pulled out of her wasn’t just a penis, but a bloody knife.

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When Michael had only the tip of his penis left inside her, Betty’s vaginal opening was stretched to its maximum. "Ah..." Her vagina was being stretched continuously, clearly struggling as Michael’s enormous glans tried to "escape" from inside Betty. Caught off guard, Betty let out a soft moan.

But this moan "awakened" the heartbroken Michael. It was then that he realized only the tip was still inside. If he moved his hips back just an inch, his glans would probably be squeezed out by Betty’s vagina.

At that moment, Michael’s face was a canvas of changing expressions. Betty’s body gave him a sense of pleasure, but her words pierced his heart with sadness.

If he pulled out now, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever have such a perfect opportunity again. There was also the possibility that when her husband came home, Betty might tell him everything, and he could be thrown out.

Everything was uncertain, and since Michael was inexperienced, having ejaculated as soon as he penetrated, he hadn’t had the time to truly enjoy Betty’s body.

Michael stopped the motion of pulling out, leaving only his massive glans nestled within Betty’s folds. His shaft, smeared with thick semen, was exposed to the air.

By my estimate, excluding the glans, Michael’s penis was already over 8 inches long, and even just the shaft was thicker than my glans.

Nature had given Singaporean black men relatively simple minds but had compensated with strong bodies and stamina. Perhaps this was a case of losing something to gain something else...

As Betty waited for Michael to pull out completely, she opened her eyes. She felt a significant emptiness inside her, but it seemed like a large oval object was still there. She couldn’t help but want to turn around and look at Michael.

Now freed from the afterglow of her climax, all that was left was anger. "Ah...ha..." Before Betty could turn her head, she propped herself up on her hands, her head suddenly lifting, her lips parting to let out a high-pitched cry.

Following that was a crisp sound— "snap." After pondering for a long time, Michael seemed to decide to go for broke. He gritted his teeth, showing a hint of ruthlessness.

After all, he thought, if I’m going to be damned, I might as well be thoroughly damned. If I’m going to die, I want to enjoy myself thoroughly before I do.

So, in the final moment, he burst forth with his strength, thrusting his hips back, allowing his penis to plunge deep into Betty’s vagina once again. Michael’s thrust was quick and forceful, his hips colliding with Betty’s buttocks with a loud smack.

Betty, caught off guard and overwhelmed by the size of Michael’s penis, let out a moan of pleasure mixed with pain and discomfort.

"Smack, smack, smack..." Once Michael was fully inside Betty again, he didn’t pause. His hands pressed against the floor, he began to thrust vigorously, his semen-coated penis moving in and out of Betty’s vagina relentlessly. Betty’s labia rolled back and forth with each of Michael’s thrusts.

Michael’s penis acted like a syringe, continuously drawing out and pushing back the semen inside Betty’s vagina, his hips smacking against her buttocks with a resounding "smack, smack, smack."