Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 245 I love it when you wear your work clothes or formal attire Part2 R18
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Betty didn’t respond as her body began to sink down.

Suddenly, her descent halted and her body shuddered slightly.

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At that moment, I knew Michael’s tip had made contact with her.

My heart clenched.

Was I about to witness Betty and Michael unite once again?

Michael’s words had always stirred something within me.

There she was, in her formal attire, lowering herself onto Michael.

She even took the initiative, grasping his shaft and guiding herself down.

This act of taking charge was Michael’s favorite, yet it was something I found unbearable.

I would have preferred it if she were coerced, passive in the act.

I picked up my phone, my palms sweaty, fingers trembling as I fumbled to unlock the screen.

On the screen, Betty was biting down hard, her cheeks puffed as if bracing herself to welcome the formidable size beneath her...

As I hesitated with my phone in hand, Betty’s moan suddenly pierced through the earpiece.

It was a soft, abrupt sound that quickly cut off.

I quickly glanced at the screen to see Betty’s body had lowered slightly.

I rewound the video just in time to see her brace herself, and then, without further hesitation, her body plunged down, closing the gap between her buttocks and Michael’s pelvis.

Though her skirt obscured the view, I knew Michael’s tip had been engulfed by her.

At the moment of penetration, despite her mental preparation, Betty couldn’t help but cry out.

After all, Michael’s size was significantly larger than average.

It’s hard to believe, but a woman’s anatomy can accommodate such size.

After all, it’s designed to birth a child, and no man’s girth could compare to that.

As Betty continued to sink down, the distance between her buttocks and Michael’s pelvis narrowed even further.

Michael’s expression was one of intoxicated bliss.

The moment he entered her, his excitement was palpable.

Betty’s warmth and tightness were something I had experienced firsthand.

I didn’t understand the terms often used to describe such intimate anatomy, but if such terms existed, Betty’s would certainly qualify as exceptional.

I thought about the logistics of their coupling.

Michael’s size was immense, and though he produced some pre-ejaculate, it seemed insufficient for lubrication.

Yet, the ease of his entry suggested that Betty’s body had responded with ample lubrication of its own.

Had the mere sight of Michael’s naked body elicited such a preparation from her?

These thoughts pained me, but I pushed them aside.

As I wrestled with these thoughts, Betty finally settled completely onto Michael’s lap.

Her skirt hid the intimate connection between them.

To an unknowing observer, it might seem they were merely in close contact, but beneath the fabric, their bodies were intimately joined, leaving no space between them.

"Oh..." At the moment Betty firmly seated herself on Michael’s lap, both let out a soft moan, Michael’s impressively thick penis now fully sheathed within her.

Betty’s brow furrowed as she sat motionless on Michael’s lap, her ample breasts heaving rapidly.

Her eyes were half-closed, seemingly adjusting to the sensation of Michael inside her, her body trembling rhythmically.

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It seemed Michael’s penis was gently contracting inside Betty’s vagina.

"So hot... so tight... so slippery..." Michael, lying on the couch, murmured these words with a look of bliss on his face, his voice carrying a hint of maturity and tenderness.

Upon hearing this, Betty didn’t open her eyes, but her already flushed face turned a deeper shade of red.

Her hand, which had been resting on Michael’s stomach, lifted slightly and then playfully slapped his lower abdomen as if to chastise him.

That night in my living room, I realized I was watching a sequel to an earlier scene.

Understanding the source of Michael’s excitement, even though it didn’t quite match the current scenario, seeing Betty in her professional attire engaging in intercourse was visually stimulating.

I felt an unexpected arousal, a rare occurrence as my mind was usually clouded with pain and anger.

Now, witnessing Betty’s outward professionalism and inner lasciviousness stirred something faint within me.

A long-standing question resurfaced in my mind.

Since discovering this affair, Michael had never once called Betty "mom," a term he seemed to deliberately avoid.

Initially, I thought it was a coincidence, but as time passed, I had to confront this issue.

Perhaps Michael wanted to strip Betty of the maternal role, transforming her into something else entirely.

Betty remained still atop Michael, the scene almost frozen in time.

"Move a bit..." Michael eventually spoke up, his pelvis had been subtly moving, causing his penis to grind inside Betty’s vagina.

Hearing Michael’s request, Betty obediently tensed her legs, preparing to move.

At that moment, Michael raised a hand and gently lifted the front of Betty’s skirt, revealing her pale buttocks, which were compressed against his lap, forming a perfectly rounded shape.

Below her buttocks was Michael’s dark, dense pubic hair.

Betty’s buttocks slowly lifted, separating from the pubic hair, and a sliver of light finally shone between them.

Between Betty’s buttocks and Michael’s pelvis, a penis even thicker than before slowly became visible, its veins bulging like worms wrapped around it, glistening with luminescent fluid heavily coated with viscous liquid—undoubtedly Betty’s, whether secreted before or after penetration was unclear.

Due to the obstruction of Betty’s buttocks, it was hard to see the entrance of her vagina clearly, but the penis continuously emerging from between her buttocks, and the glowing fluid on it, made it clear that this penis was being pulled from within Betty’s vagina.

Michael’s penis seemed like a carnal chain, tightly linking Betty and Michael’s bodies together, inseparable.

Betty pulled Michael’s penis halfway out, then slowly sat back down.

I was fortunate to witness Betty actively reinserting Michael’s penis, compensating for any earlier missed opportunities.

The scene repeated mechanically, each withdrawal and insertion slow and deliberate.

Betty occasionally opened her eyes, staring straight ahead, never making eye contact with Michael, as if she didn’t want him to see her glazed eyes, but I could see them.

At this point, I was at a loss for words.

Betty was no longer concerned about time, having already sent me a message as a precaution.

She could now enjoy this feast of carnal pleasures without worry.

A part of me still held onto hope, perhaps she had her reasons, maybe she was just indulging in the physical pleasure, or perhaps it was because I couldn’t satisfy her.

In any case, I kept searching for reasons to justify her actions in my heart.

My phone was still in my hand, now slick with sweat, leaving a damp imprint on the screen.

I took a deep breath, filled with regret.

Why hadn’t I called earlier?

Maybe I could have stopped this insertion.

Maybe I wanted to test whether Betty would actually allow Michael to penetrate her deeply on her own initiative.

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