Betty entered Michael’s room and without hesitation, she opened the door.
She seemed a bit distracted as she did so.
When the door swung open, the first thing she saw was a pair of legs covered in dark hair.
Moving her gaze upward, she was met with the sight of a man’s genitals, notably large and seemingly disproportionate to the length of his legs.
For some reason, the large penis was semi-erect, showing signs of stirring.
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It was unclear what thoughts were running through its owner’s mind at that moment.
Above the genitals was a man’s chest, its dark skin indicating health and strength.
Yet, his face was partially obscured, as one hand covered his eyes.
It was uncertain whether the room’s bright light was too harsh for him, or if the imminent exposure of his nudity to a woman was causing him to feel shy.
As Betty opened the door and saw this scene, her first instinct was to retreat and close the door.
However, at the last moment, she remembered why this scene was unfolding—it was exactly what she had just requested from Michael.
Taking a deep breath, Betty opened the door again and stepped inside.
Michael had his eyes covered, which somewhat reduced Betty’s embarrassment, despite their frequent encounters in such states.
Once inside, Betty slowly approached the bed, facing a dilemma of where to begin.
Michael lay naked on the bed, waiting, while Betty held a condom, lost in thought.
Eventually, Betty made her move.
She reached out and grasped Michael’s penis, going straight to the point.
When Betty’s hand touched Michael’s penis, it twitched a few times in her grasp.
Although it wasn’t fully erect, it was quite firm, just not at its maximum length yet.
Betty held the shaft with one hand, and with the other, she carefully tore open the condom wrapper with her teeth and rolled it onto him.
No sooner had she applied the condom than Michael’s penis began to soften.
Michael had a strong dislike for condoms, feeling as if they were an intrusive third party in their intimacy.
Seeing the penis begin to soften, Betty quickly started to stroke it, preventing it from softening further.
During this, Michael’s eyes were slightly open, peeking through the gap between his arm and his face, watching Betty’s actions.
When Betty inadvertently turned and caught his sneaky gaze, Michael, caught in the act, gave an embarrassed smile and removed his arm from his eyes.
Betty blushed under Michael’s gaze.
Although she could control her emotions, the physiological reaction of blushing was beyond her control.
As Michael’s penis struggled to stay erect, Betty grew anxious.
Michael’s body was a challenge; he was vigorous in making love, but his response to other forms of stimulation was sluggish.
Despite Betty’s anxiety, Michael’s penis continued to soften under her worried watch.
Betty finally let go, kneeling beside Michael helplessly.
Michael, the instigator of this situation, lay quietly, motionless, letting Betty do as she wished.
After a while, Betty had no choice but to look at Michael and then lay down beside him, seemingly giving him the lead to do as he pleased, however he wanted to proceed.
Seeing Betty in her nightgown lying beside him, Michael didn’t need any prompting.
He sprang up from the bed with a roll and began to undress her.
Everything unfolded just like the previous night, and with Betty’s cooperation, Michael stripped her completely.
When Betty was naked before him, Michael’s penis finally became erect again.
After admiring Betty’s body for a moment, Michael pounced, vigorously kneading and biting her breasts.
Betty remained silent, biting her lower lip as she endured Michael’s rough caresses.
His fondling and sucking sent tingles throughout her body, gradually building the sexual tension between them.
Betty clenched her teeth, determined not to let any moans escape, though her breathing grew more rapid.
After lavishing attention on Betty’s breasts, Michael moved to her neck, shoulders, and collarbone.
Perhaps it was the thrill of regaining what he had missed, but Michael seemed especially excited and eager, his penis growing harder until it was fully erect.
As Michael’s lips trailed down from her breasts to her abdomen, nearing Betty’s vulva, the intensely aroused Betty involuntarily clenched her legs together.
Her legs rubbed gently against each other, seemingly to soothe the itch emanating from her pussy, even though Michael had yet to start stimulating her there.
When Michael’s lips finally reached Betty’s vulva, her tightly clenched legs blocked his path.
Michael reached out with both hands, trying to pry her legs apart.
For some reason, Betty was unusually reluctant this time.
Normally, she would symbolically struggle a bit before spreading her legs, but this time she resisted more forcefully.
However, she eventually gave in to Michael’s persistence.
Once Michael had pried Betty’s legs apart, both he and I, observing from different times and places, realized something.
Betty had clenched her legs to hide her embarrassment.
Between her parted legs was a pink vulva, framed by dark pubic hair, from which her arousal fluids flowed continuously, glistening and moistening her labia and pubic hair.
The fluids had also dampened the insides of her thighs where she had gently rubbed them together.
Normally, Michael would start by directly kissing and licking Betty’s vulva before moving to her breasts and other areas.
By the time Michael finished with oral sex, Betty’s vulva would already be wet with her arousal fluids and his saliva.
But this time was different.
Michael started with her breasts and other areas before finally reaching her vulva.
Without any oral stimulation yet, Betty’s vulva was already so moist, indicating one thing: she was aroused by Michael’s caresses and kisses.
Her body was already reacting in anticipation of penetration, showing that she was not averse to Michael and was responding strongly.
Her earlier action of clenching her legs was an attempt to conceal all this, but Michael eventually discovered it, her body betraying her...
After smiling, Michael dove straight for Betty’s vulva, his thick lips instantly covering it and sucking vigorously.
"Ah..." When Michael’s lips enveloped her long-tingling area and sucked forcefully, Betty couldn’t hold back anymore.
Her moan broke through her clenched teeth, marking the first vocal expression of pleasure that night.
Sucking, licking, nibbling, biting—Michael employed every technique on Betty’s vulva.
After her first moan, Betty couldn’t contain herself any longer.
She began to moan softly, her legs twitching beside Michael’s head, her hands fiercely clutching the sheets, which were now wrinkled from her grip, indicating the intensity of her grasp.
While sucking, Michael occasionally swallowed, seemingly consuming every drop of Betty’s arousal fluids.
After a while, Michael lifted his mouth from Betty’s vulva, then swiftly lifted her thighs in a series of quick, fluid motions.
Seeing this, I perked up.
Was Michael preparing to penetrate Betty again?