Before I closed my eyes, I clearly saw Michael’s tip aimed right at Betty’s entrance.
Relieved to see no penetration, I quickly adjusted the video to just before I had shut my eyes.
There was Betty, guiding Michael’s shaft to her entrance, her face twisted in conflict, while anticipation painted Michael’s.
Betty closed her eyes, and then swiftly sat down, but as she did, her hand, which was steadying Michael’s shaft, quickly moved his tip aside.
Michael’s tip, missing its mark, slid along Betty’s labia, over her urethra, and Betty ended up sitting right on it.
Their bodies collided with a thud, and though there was no penetration, the quick brush and friction between their genitals elicited moans of pleasure from both.
After this tangled ordeal, Betty breathed a sigh of relief, while Michael appeared quite disappointed, though powerless to change the outcome.
With her eyes still closed, Betty began to calm herself, then started to rub Michael’s shaft back and forth with her buttocks and labia, not penetrating but still creating contact and friction, just in a different direction—horizontal rather than vertical.
At this moment, Betty was like a rider on a wild horse, the bucking motion causing her body to sway back and forth, her groin grinding against the "saddle."
Betty’s buttocks were flat against Michael’s groin, trembling with each undulating movement.
The friction between Betty’s labia and Michael’s shaft produced a sticky, wet sound, "squelch, squelch, squelch..." Betty swayed her delicate body, her full breasts swinging in tandem, a pity that Michael, with his back to her, couldn’t see the waves of her breasts.
Though there was no penetration, the genital friction was intensely stimulating for Michael, this time not by Betty’s hand but by her labia.
"Oh, oh, oh..." The moans came not from Betty, the woman, but from Michael, the man.
Normally, it’s the woman who moans during sex, but here the roles were reversed.
Michael made no attempt to hide his pleasure, while Betty bit down on her teeth, silently enduring, her breath the only sound she made.
The pleasure wasn’t one-sided; Michael’s shaft continuously moved between her labia, allowing her to also enjoy the sensation, just not as passively intense as Michael.
While Betty exerted her energy rubbing against Michael’s shaft, she also suppressed her inner turmoil, surely fighting the urge to fully envelop him.
After all, direct penetration would be far more stimulating than this teasing contact.
As the minutes ticked by, about ten minutes later, Michael and Betty’s breathing grew more intense.
Their genitals were continuously secreting fluids; Betty’s vaginal fluids dripped onto Michael’s penis, mixing with the viscous fluid from his urethral opening and dripping onto his scrotum, eventually sliding down to the bedsheet beneath him, dampening a large area.
Their breathing became more rapid.
Suddenly, Michael sat up on the bed, then wrapped his arms around Betty’s body, his hands reaching for her breasts and fervently massaging them, while his lips kissed her shoulder and neck.
Michael’s sudden embrace didn’t startle Betty; it seemed she was completely overtaken by pleasure and desire, showing no signs of panic even when her eyes fluttered open.
One could imagine that if Michael had pushed Betty down into a doggy style position and penetrated her swiftly, she wouldn’t have resisted or objected, indicating she was nearing her peak and momentarily oblivious to everything else.
Michael continued to kiss Betty’s shoulder and neck, and Betty arched her head back, resting it against Michael’s neck, perfectly aligning herself with his kisses.
Excited, Michael held Betty close, but this made it impossible for her to continue her rhythmic movements, and they both stopped.
Betty sat in Michael’s lap, letting him kiss her back and neck, his lips eventually finding hers.
But as soon as he tried to kiss her lips, Betty quickly dodged away.
Although Betty had kissed Michael before, those were kisses of maternal affection; now, Michael’s kisses conveyed romantic love, a step Betty was still not ready to accept, seemingly trying to minimize the intimacy of their actions.
Betty ceased moving, and the passion they had built was slowly diminishing, like a climber nearly reaching the summit but falling just before the final ascent.
"Mom, can I take over now?" Michael asked, not discouraged by Betty’s evasion of his kiss, still panting and kissing her neck and shoulders.
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Perhaps Michael wanted to take initiative, not to penetrate, but to continue with the type of friction they had been using, which could also be satisfying for a man.
However, upon hearing Michael’s suggestion, Betty shook her head vigorously.
Deep down, she still didn’t trust Michael; if during their friction, he suddenly penetrated, would the desire-driven Betty refuse? It was possible that Michael could take advantage again, so Betty firmly rejected his proposal.
Seeing Betty shake her head, Michael knew not to push too far.
He released Betty’s delicate body and breasts, then lay back down, resting his arms under his head, looking quite content.
Freed from Michael’s hold, Betty began to sway her body again, her genitals, which had started to dry, became moist once more, emitting a ’squelch, squelch, squelch’ sound of friction.
Betty, a fitness and yoga enthusiast, had good stamina.
Despite the long duration of movement, where most would feel sore and tired, she persisted.
Time ticked away, and I clicked the fast-forward button on my mouse, aware of my limited time to watch these two months’ worth of videos.
After another ten minutes had passed on the timer, Betty finally opened her mouth, beginning to emit soft moans.
Although still quiet, and her moans controlled, she had started to vocalize her pleasure.
Three minutes later, with a reluctant sigh, "Ah..." Betty’s climax arrived.
Her vaginal opening ejected a spray of clear fluid, marking the culmination of her strenuous effort and long-awaited climax.
"Oh... Ah..." After her climax, the hot fluid sprayed onto Michael’s penis below, triggering his own release.
His tip functioned like a machine gun, firing vigorously at the target ahead.
Michael’s scrotum contracted rapidly as he ejaculated forcefully, the semen shooting straight onto the wall opposite Betty.
I estimated that Michael ejaculated eight spurts of semen, with five hitting the wall and the last three, losing momentum, not reaching it.
After climaxing, Betty sat on Michael, trying to regain her composure, and finally, she collapsed onto him like a warrior falling in battle.
Michael wrapped his arms around her, moaning and kissing her shoulder.
Their genitals, which had been in contact for so long, finally parted.