Betty and Michael maintained their unspoken connection, slowly opening their eyes at the same moment.
They were about the same height, their gazes level, and as their eyes met, there was no more dodging each other’s looks.
Their eyes locked, intertwining intensely.
At this moment, their eyes held no reason, only raw desire, mirroring each other’s emotions.
Could this be the legendary "mother-son bond"?
Michael kept up his vigorous thrusting, having been brought to climax by Betty in the bathtub earlier, which now made him last longer.
As they made love, panting heavily, their gazes intertwined for a while before their faces drew closer, and inevitably, their lips met in a fierce kiss, more intense than any before.
"Mmm..." Muffled by the kiss, Betty could only moan through her nose, her sounds sweet and devoid of any pain, unlike any moans I had heard from her before.
Betty’s arms wrapped around Michael’s neck, their lips seemingly glued together as her full breasts bounced with each movement.
When they kissed, their chests touched, Betty’s breasts squashed against Michael’s chest, reshaping with each breath they took.
"Oh..." After a while, their lips finally parted—not from a lack of desire, but because their heavy, rapid breathing demanded more air than their nostrils could provide.
They had to switch to mouth-breathing, their breaths colliding and mingling in the space between them before being drawn back into their lungs.
Michael continued his thrusts, savoring the softness of Betty’s breasts rubbing against his chest, almost like a chest massage.
If only some lubricant were applied between their chests, it would have been perfect.
After a while, Michael bent down, his chest separating from Betty’s bouncing breasts.
Slowing his pace due to his bent position, he didn’t reduce the stimulation for Betty; instead, he found her nipples with his lips, sucking vigorously, his cheeks pulsing as if exerting all his strength.
Though the stimulation from penetration lessened, the pleasure from her breasts did not, balancing out the sensations.
Betty’s moans didn’t decrease in volume, only in frequency.
"Michael... ah... Michael... oh..." As Michael bent over, alternating between thrusting and "nursing," Betty began to speak intermittently.
Hearing Betty’s fragmented pleas, Michael couldn’t help but stop his ministrations to look up at her, though his hips didn’t cease their movements.
As he straightened his upper body, his pace quickened, returning to its previous intensity.
"Stop... stop... a moment... ah... tired..." Betty could hardly form a complete sentence as Michael’s movements inside her were relentless, making it impossible for her to stop moaning.
Despite some fatigue, Michael recovered quickly upon hearing Betty’s words.
He stopped thrusting and looked down at their legs, noticing Betty’s standing leg trembling slightly, her toes curling inward...
Under normal circumstances, Michael might have realized that Betty was feeling weak, and maintaining the one-legged stance was too exhausting.
Betty needed to switch positions to rest.
But the current Michael was slightly dazed before he gradually understood Betty’s intentions.
Michael stopped thrusting, maintaining the one-legged intercourse position, his penis still fully inserted in Betty’s vagina.
After waiting a bit, Betty finally managed to catch her breath.
She gently nudged Michael, who then released her leg.
The leg that Michael had been holding was finally free, and Betty couldn’t help but lightly shake her foot.
Once her leg had some relief, Betty was able to stand on both feet.
Now, Michael and Betty stood face to face, a position that normally wouldn’t allow for penetration.
However, thanks to Michael’s sufficiently long penis, although it was partially withdrawn, most of it remained tightly connected inside Betty’s pussy.
"Umm..." As Betty stood still, an impatient Michael began thrusting again.
At this moment, Betty decided to let go completely, moaning slowly with Michael’s movements, believing that Michael was still not fully aware.
"Slap, slap, slap..." Standing face to face, their lower abdomens continuously collided, producing crisp, loud sounds.
Michael looked down as his stomach and Betty’s collided, each impact momentarily hiding their connected genitals, which became visible again as their abdomens separated.
"Umm, umm..." Betty moaned with Michael’s thrusts, but her moans were quieter than before due to the standing position, which didn’t allow Michael’s penis to fully penetrate.
Each thrust, because of the angle, left part of his shaft exposed.
Michael, somewhat cluelessly, continued thrusting until he felt that the pleasure was not as intense as before, and the flame of desire seemed to be diminishing.
"Pop..." Suddenly, Michael stopped thrusting, stepped back, and withdrew his still-hard penis from Betty’s vagina.
As Michael’s glans stretched Betty’s vaginal opening to its limit before exiting, their genitals separated with a sound akin to popping a champagne cork, as if celebrating the harmony and understanding of their recent coupling.
"Oh..." As Michael’s penis was withdrawn, Betty let out a soft moan, a mix of the final stimulation and a hint of reluctance and emptiness.
Michael’s penis, still erect, twitched a few times, the tip covered in either his own secretion or the love juices "pulled out" from Betty’s vagina, flinging droplets around as it twitched.
Now, Michael’s entire penis was coated with the white fluid from their vigorous friction, resembling semen but not semen.
At the same time, the base of Michael’s penis and his scrotum were also covered in this white sticky fluid.
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Michael’s impressive tool, a rarity among men, would surely make any woman submit.
After exposing his penis to the air, Michael’s face showed a hint of discomfort as he took in a small breath of cool air, perhaps feeling the chill or missing the warmth of Betty’s pussy, the rightful place for his penis.
After withdrawing, Michael placed his hands on Betty’s slender waist and gently moved her.
Feeling empty without Michael’s penis, Betty instinctively turned around, whether consciously or subconsciously.
Betty turned her body, then placed her hands on the wall tiles that were behind her.
Her buttocks were slightly raised but not too high, as if she was not fully ready to abandon her modesty.
Although Betty’s buttocks were not raised high enough, Michael helped by keeping his hands on her waist, allowing her to turn completely.
Once Betty had turned around, Michael gently pulled her buttocks, trying to get her to lower her waist and raise her buttocks higher.
However, Betty seemed to think this position was too lewd and was reluctant to comply.