Betty was crouched on the screen, her back to Michael, in a pose reminiscent of a woman squatting to relieve herself.
Her buttocks parted, revealing her vulva, which was pressed against Michael’s erect penis.
The labia had already parted to envelop the tip of Michael’s glans, and with just a slight descent from Betty, the most intimate parts of their bodies would be completely intertwined.
Yet, Betty paused there, her eyes closed, biting her lip in apparent indecision.
Perhaps she was wrestling with the notion of taking such a bold step, or maybe she was silently psyching herself up to envelop his significantly thicker penis inside her for the first time on her own initiative.
As I watched the seemingly frozen scene, my heart raced—this was Betty’s first move of initiation.
If she were to lower herself onto him, it would signify her complete surrender, a willing descent into pleasure.
Previously, I could forgive Betty, rationalizing that she was coerced, that her participation was reluctant.
But now, if she were to willingly unite with Michael, what grounds would remain for forgiveness?
Could I excuse it as an act of overwhelming maternal love towards Michael?
If Betty were to sit down, I would lose the last shred of hope for forgiving her...
As I pondered, a soft moan from Betty suddenly filled my headphones.
Since the video had paused, and I had been deep in thought, I hadn’t been watching the screen.
Hearing the sound, I looked up to see that Betty and Michael had merged once again.
However, Betty still maintained her squatting position, and the height hadn’t changed—the only difference was that Michael had thrust his hips upward, his buttocks off the ground, his penis deeply embedded inside Betty.
Meanwhile, Michael’s hands were on Betty’s waist, and she clutched at his hands, her face a mix of panic and daze, while Michael’s eyes were closed in blissful surrender.
They had indeed reunited, and despite anticipating this, it still pained me.
Since they were already joined, I no longer cared about the subsequent thrusting or climax.
My concern now was who had initiated this union.
Observing the scene, it seemed Michael had taken the lead.
What had I missed?
With no other option, I rewound the video...
The playback showed Betty still squatting over Michael, her eyes closed in hesitation and conflict, while Michael lay comfortably on the ground, admiring her smooth back and rounded buttocks, her anus gently contracting—all a feast for the eyes.
But what captivated Michael the most was Betty’s vagina, pressed against the tip of his penis.
With his penis exposed to the air again, accustomed to the warmth and tightness of Betty’s vagina, the shaft felt a chill, only the tip experiencing a hint of warmth from Betty.
Michael was eager inside; he had been longing for Betty to take the initiative, to fully envelop his penis with her vagina.
But as Betty’s silent pause stretched, Michael grew anxious.
He might have guessed her inner turmoil, perhaps even her apprehensions.
If this continued, could it lead Betty to reject their intimacy once she regained her senses?
It was a real possibility, as the best way to keep Betty momentarily lost was through the overwhelming pleasure of his sexual prowess, leading her from one climax to another.
The longer the delay, the more her arousal diminished, risking all their foreplay being for naught.
With a sudden thrust, Michael’s concern morphed into decisive action to avoid any mishaps.
He didn’t use his hands; he simply thrust his hips upward powerfully.
His glans broke through Betty’s labia and plunged into her heated vagina.
The coronal ridge and shaft followed until the base of Michael’s penis vanished inside her, his dark, dense pubic hair pressing against her vulva.
His entire thick length disappeared into Betty in an instant.
Despite their limited number of actual intercourse encounters, Betty’s vagina seemed to welcome Michael’s penis without any resistance.
The insertion was seamless, without a single pause, and Michael found the act of thrusting upward surprisingly easy and natural.
This fluid insertion was facilitated firstly by Betty’s very wet vagina, still containing traces of semen from their first climax and the freshly secreted lubrication that had turned white from friction.
Secondly, just moments before, Betty had aligned Michael’s glans with her vaginal opening perfectly using just her fingers and her sense of touch, without looking.
Under their tacit coordination, the penetration was incredibly smooth.
In the moment Michael thrust inside, Betty, caught off guard while deep in thought, felt her previously empty vagina suddenly filled.
The abrupt stimulation and shock elicited a cry from her—not just any cry, but one mixed with a hint of pleasure and satisfaction.
Michael’s entry was too quick and too smooth.
Betty had no time to react.
By the time she realized what had happened, her vaginal opening was already touching Michael’s pubic hair, and her vagina had completely enveloped his penis.
As Betty reacted to Michael’s swift penetration, her instinct was to stand up—partly from shock, and perhaps because she hadn’t fully accepted what was happening, preparing for Michael to withdraw.
However, Michael didn’t give Betty the chance to escape.
Once he was fully inside, perhaps anticipating that Betty might lose her balance, he "thoughtfully" reached out to steady her by the waist.
His support not only kept her from falling but also effectively prevented her from rising, ensuring his penis remained firmly inside her.
Betty, initially trying to stand, found herself restrained by Michael’s sudden grip on her waist.
This action caused her to lose her balance, and in a moment of surprise, she could only stabilize herself by grabbing the only thing she could—Michael’s hands.
This entire scene unfolded in just two seconds, leading to the moment I looked up and saw on the screen.
"No... ah..."
As I watched the scene of their union, Betty’s sharp cry followed.
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Michael maintained his position, deeply embedded, while Betty, still grasping Michael’s hands, was momentarily stunned.
The sudden penetration had triggered a reflexive attempt to stand, but she was restrained.
As Betty came to her senses, a flicker of rational thought returned—perhaps due to the brief separation from their intimate contact, or maybe just the shock of the moment.
She tried to rise, twisting her hips in an attempt to withdraw Michael’s penis.
However, as she lifted her hips, managing to pull out just a bit of Michael’s shaft, he quickly followed her movement, thrusting back in the little that had slipped out.
With a series of sharp sounds, Michael quickly "corrected" the situation.
His hips began to thrust vigorously from below, driving his penis repeatedly into Betty’s vagina.
The impact of his hips against her genital area produced a distinct smacking noise.