"Don’t... no... ah... no... ah ha..." At the onset of Michael’s thrusting, Betty was still resisting.
She clutched Michael’s hands for support, her hips forcefully rising, twisting side to side.
It was clear Betty was desperately trying to eject Michael’s penis from her vagina, but Michael’s restraint made it impossible for her to succeed.
As Michael’s frenzied thrusting continued, the time grew longer, and Betty’s cries of refusal grew softer and softer...
"Oh... no... want... oh... no... ahhh..." Betty’s cries of refusal became fewer and quieter until they finally disappeared, leaving only a series of moans and the sounds of their most intimate parts clashing...
"Huff huff..." With the woman on top and the man below, the man actively thrusting his hips is a true test of a man’s core strength.
Yet, for Michael, this seemed like a piece of cake.
Young and strong, with the genes and lineage of a Singaporean African, Michael’s pelvic thrusts appeared effortless, and the rhythm was so even, without a hint of disorder.
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Michael, this eager young man, thrust his "studly waist" as if he were running a marathon, constantly adjusting his breathing to maintain a rhythm of thrusting five times per breath...
Betty, supported by Michael’s hands on her slender waist, was half-squatting above him, as if she were urinating.
Indeed, at this moment, Betty was releasing fluid, but it wasn’t urine; it was the love fluid that flows during intercourse.
The fluid wasn’t coming from the urethra but from Betty’s vaginal opening, where a thick, veined penis was continuously moving in and out, disappearing and reappearing within her...
"Ah ah ah..." Betty moaned loudly at this point.
If Michael hadn’t been holding her waist, who knows if she could have maintained this position.
Her eyes closed, the look of conflict and reluctance on her face hadn’t completely vanished, but what remained was mostly the pleasure of lust.
Her body moved up and down with Michael’s impacts, her hair flying about, and her large breasts swinging up and down.
Each time her breasts slammed down, the flesh would slap against her ribs below, making a "puff puff" sound, while her buttocks at the back waved like ripples from Michael’s impacts.
Waves of buttocks, waves of breasts, waves of flying hair, all of Betty’s most charming feminine features were playfully dancing... "Slap slap slap..." The sound of their bodies colliding continued to rise, becoming louder and crisper.
As time passed, Betty’s resistance had completely vanished, and the last trace of hesitation and reluctance on her face had disappeared, leaving only the enjoyment of lust.
After a while, Michael noticed that Betty’s desire to resist was fading, and his hands felt her waist subtly beginning to move on its own, matching his thrusts.
Each time he pushed up, Betty’s waist would sink down, and when Michael’s hips fell back, Betty would also lift her hips.
This back and forth seemed to allow them a greater range and space in their movements.
Michael noticed a spark of excitement in his eyes, mixed with a hint of hesitation, as if he was brewing something in his mind, wrestling with a decision...
Watching Michael’s conflicted gaze, I knew from past observations that something significant was about to unfold, something that would undoubtedly send a thrill through me.
My heart raced, my hands began to sweat.
The intense stimulation had already left me drenched in sweat, my thin clothes clinging to my skin, feeling a chill that I couldn’t tell if it was from my body or my heart...
On the screen, the mother and son were lost in their passionate encounter.
Michael was still supporting Betty’s slender waist, aiding her movements while also thrusting upwards himself.
After a moment of hesitation, a look of determination flashed in Michael’s eyes.
His thrusts became smaller, while his hands exerted more force, shifting the focus of their lovemaking to Betty, still supported by Michael.
Gradually, Michael’s pelvic movements ceased, but the amplitude and speed of their intercourse remained unchanged.
Without the ’boost’ from Michael’s hips, it was now up to Betty to increase the up and down movements to compensate.
As Michael’s thrusting slowed, it gave Betty a chance to adapt and buffer, so when Michael stopped moving his hips, Betty didn’t feel anything unusual.
Time ticked by, their lust escalating, and the love fluids from their union flowed more abundantly.
After this session, who knew how much bodily fluid they would have expended.
At this point, Betty, perhaps due to the loss of too much fluid, had lips that appeared dry and parched.
Her dry, red lips parted slightly, gasping for air, emitting soul-stirring moans...
At this moment, I breathed a sigh of relief.
So Michael’s hesitation was just about whether to stop actively thrusting?
That really had me worried, but now I could finally relax a bit.
But before I could fully relax, the next scene stunned me.
I realized I had celebrated too soon; the heart-wrenching part was yet to come...
After a period of adaptation, having stopped his pelvic movements, Michael had a new action planned.
His hands, which had been firmly supporting Betty’s waist, began to slowly relax.
This process was gradual, and during it, their lovemaking didn’t pause for a second, nor did the frequency get disrupted.
After a few relaxations, Michael’s hands tentatively left Betty’s waist.
Now, Betty’s body had no support from Michael, yet she didn’t lose balance as I had anticipated, nor did she stop thrusting due to the lack of support.
Their lovemaking continued without any pause or slowdown.
Betty’s body still moved over Michael’s, their genitals still tightly connected, Michael’s penis still moving in and out of Betty’s vagina, but now, Betty was the one actively moving.
Yes, at this moment, the only contact between Betty and Michael was their genitals, and Betty was actively moving up and down, engaging in the most pleasurable and intense lovemaking with Michael...
At this point, Betty had transitioned from passive to active.
Seeing this, I tightly closed my eyes, as if witnessing something I couldn’t accept.
Betty had fallen, at least at this moment.
She could have stopped moving and even gotten up to leave Michael, withdrawing his penis.
But she didn’t seize this perfect opportunity; instead, she let Michael lie there comfortably like a ’big boss,’ enjoying the ’service’ Betty provided.