Had Betty given me a heads-up because she planned to fully indulge with Michael this afternoon?
Perhaps my sudden return home had disrupted their ’honeymoon,’ making their encounters rushed, and today was meant to make up for it.
Maybe Betty didn’t intend to entangle with Michael for long, but after that day’s experience, she feared being trapped by Michael again, falling into lust and delaying her return home, so she explained in advance to secure her way out.
Why exactly... I pondered deeply, and it was this message that made me decide in an instant.
When Betty calls later, I plan to confront her directly and interrupt their date today.
I closed my eyes in pain, trying to steady my breath.
I really didn’t want to look at Betty’s last message again; what used to be sweet nothings now cut the deepest.
Oddly, why hasn’t Betty called back yet after all this time?
I opened my eyes and looked back at the computer screen, only to see Michael had finished his shower and came out completely naked, his large genitals showing signs of arousal.
By then, Betty had already tossed her phone aside, her face flushed as she watched Michael approach.
Betty’s attention was entirely on Michael, his body still damp, his dark skin and strong muscles perfectly complementing the large penis that swung with his steps, all proportions so harmoniously masculine, bursting with virility.
As a man, I could only envy such a physique, but for a woman, it was utterly mesmerizing.
Any woman seeing Michael’s physique might find herself helplessly enthralled.
Betty, too, is a woman, a normal woman, and perhaps this was the first time she truly ’admired’ Michael’s body.
In the past, Michael either went straight to the point or was behind her without pause, and Betty never really looked at his body without distraction.
Suddenly, Betty seemed spellbound, unable to shift her gaze.
And the phone that connected Betty and me emotionally was now discarded beside her, while I still waited for her call.
Now that Michael had emerged, and Betty was captivated, had she forgotten to call me?
Recalling the past, if I didn’t reply to Betty’s messages, she would definitely call, concerned about my job.
Would this record be broken by Michael?
It wasn’t until Michael stood right in front of Betty, with her sitting and facing directly at his groin, that she snapped back to reality.
"Ah..." Betty let out a soft gasp, her head instinctively pulling back, her back and head resting against the sofa’s backrest.
Suddenly being so close to Michael’s genitals startled her, despite their many encounters.
Though they had been intimate many times, she had never performed oral sex on Michael and was reluctant to let him kiss her, with only a few forced instances.
"What are you doing... put on some clothes..."
Betty’s face was flushed as she stammered, turning her head away, her voice trembling with a mix of panic and embarrassment.
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"Why put on clothes? Aren’t we about to... wouldn’t that be redundant?" Michael looked at Betty innocently, his face showing a hint of confusion.
Hearing this, Betty paused, right, wasn’t she here for that?
But Michael’s sudden naked appearance from the bathroom had caught her off guard, and her flustered comment was just to mask her confusion and embarrassment.
"Get that dirty thing away from me..."
As Michael slowly moved his penis closer to Betty, she sharply scolded him, her voice tinged with panic.
It seemed Michael had always wanted Betty to perform oral sex, but he was unwilling to force her, so he always gently tested the waters.
Hearing Betty’s sharp retort, Michael sighed and reluctantly stepped back.
"I’ll help you undress..." Michael said softly, his anticipation barely contained as a hint of pre-ejaculate glistened at his tip, signaling his readiness.
"No need, I’ll do it myself..." Betty responded, shaking her head to decline his offer.
"Wait..." Just as Betty was about to remove her jacket, Michael suddenly spoke up, causing her to pause and look at him with confusion.
"Can we do that thing I like?" Michael scratched his head, and I, watching from the screen, was puzzled by what he meant. But Betty seemed to understand; she tapped her chin thoughtfully, glanced at the clock on the wall, and then nodded slightly.
Seeing Betty’s nod, Michael excitedly jumped onto the sofa, his penis half-erect but not fully, as he was still lacking the final thrill of penetration and Betty’s undress. This scene gave me a premonition.
As Michael lay on the sofa, Betty stood up, walked over to him, and glanced down at his penis, a blush crossing her face.
At that moment, Michael’s heel was pressing on Betty’s phone. She slowly retrieved it from under his foot and placed it out of reach, on the other side where it couldn’t be touched.
This action told me Betty wouldn’t be calling me; this record was now broken. Though it was a small thing, it held great significance and care in my heart.
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During the process of moving her phone, Betty didn’t even glance at it, didn’t check for my replies, and seemed to have forgotten the words she had spoken to me through it. Perhaps now, her mind was filled only with the sight of Michael’s robust, erect penis.
After placing her phone aside, Betty slowly approached Michael, then reached under her skirt and slid off her panties—the familiar panties she had worn to bed with me just last night.
Betty lifted one leg after the other to remove her panties, then neatly folded them and placed them on the sofa. It seemed like she was deliberately wasting time, perhaps out of a shy, self-deceiving avoidance.
Once her panties were off, Betty stood at Michael’s groin and slowly turned around, her hand trembling as she pinched the tip of Michael’s penis with two fingers, seemingly trying to minimize contact.
Michael, meanwhile, lay back with his hands behind his head, waiting for Betty to guide him inside her.
Now I understood what Michael meant by ’that thing’—it was just like the night I saw them from the balcony, when I thought Betty was merely sitting on Michael’s lap because her skirt hid the fact that he was deeply inside her. No one would have guessed, as their clothes remained intact.
Betty adjusted her position and slowly began to sit down, her skirt gradually covering her hand and the tip of Michael’s penis, likely preparing for penetration.
Michael’s breathing grew more rapid, and so did Betty’s. She closed her eyes, perhaps not wanting to see everything, just feeling her way to align the angle and distance between Michael’s tip and her.
"You know, I love it when you wear your work clothes or formal attire. That’s when I see the real you, even though I can’t see your body, it feels the most genuine to me," Michael suddenly said as Betty adjusted herself. His words didn’t seem out of place but were filled with deep affection and tenderness.
Hearing this, Betty opened her eyes, her movements involuntarily stopping as she took a deep breath, seemingly processing the emotional impact of Michael’s words.