Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 140 The moment was ripe for the next step Part3 R18

If Michael wanted to fully remove Betty’s underwear, he would have to shift his body from between her legs.

If Betty resisted and clenched her legs, could she stop him?

Of course, this would only be under Betty’s consent.

If Michael didn’t move his body, he wouldn’t be able to take off Betty’s underwear, thus preventing any further intimacy.

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At this moment, I was hoping their closeness would end prematurely.

Inside the room, the two were at a standoff, unaware that just outside the door, someone was watching everything unfold.

This person was the last person they would want to encounter at such a moment...

Michael was also conflicted, unsure of what to do next.

If he suddenly moved and Betty clenched her legs, it could lead to more trouble.

After all, Betty was an adult, and subduing her again would come at a great cost.

Betty appeared panicked.

Although her cheeks were flushed with desire, her expression was one of resistance.

This scene revealed that Betty and Michael’s sexual relationship had not yet reached a natural ease; it seemed every encounter was predicated on certain conditions.

Tonight, Betty’s refusal was perhaps because it was a special day for us, a significant anniversary, and she didn’t want to betray me, at least not today.

Mixing our anniversary with infidelity would only add to her inner guilt and conflict.

As Michael pondered, his eyes suddenly lit up with an idea.

His hands moved down to Betty’s knees, hooking under her legs and lifting them up swiftly.

Betty had already stopped struggling since Michael’s body was between her legs, making it futile for her to clench them.

Caught off guard, her legs were lifted by Michael.

Michael lifted Betty’s legs quickly and steadily.

After lifting her legs, he leaned forward, placing Betty’s elevated legs onto his shoulders.

This position rendered the underwear useless.

With the underwear hooked between Betty’s legs, the gap wasn’t very wide, but it was enough to fit Michael’s neck.

Betty’s knees pressed against her chest, exposing her most private parts.

"You... ah..." Betty realized too late what Michael was doing.

By the time she opened her eyes, her legs were already on his shoulders, her vagina and anus fully exposed to Michael, directly facing his dripping penis.

Betty’s eyes widened in panic.

She began to speak, but before she could continue, a sound of air being expelled interrupted her, replaced by a high-pitched moan.

After lifting Betty’s legs onto his shoulders, Michael didn’t pause.

He seemed to have calculated the height and angle perfectly.

As he lifted her legs, Betty’s buttocks lifted off the bed, raising her vagina to a higher position.

Everything seemed calculated by Michael: lifting the legs, thrusting... all movements flowed seamlessly.

His penis head, covered in fluid, parted Betty’s already moist labia, opening her vaginal entrance to its fullest.

With a sound of air being expelled, his penis head was completely engulfed by Betty’s vagina, the labia closing tightly around the base of his penis, fitting perfectly.

"Stop, please," Betty realized her vagina was no longer protected.

But Michael hadn’t penetrated deeply yet.

Betty tried to clench her legs, but they were blocked by Michael’s neck and shoulders.

Trying to sit up was futile as her knees were pressed against her chest, flattening her breasts, leaving her no chance to rise or escape.

Betty was in utter panic, enduring the sensations from her vagina while verbally resisting.

But her words were cut short again by Michael’s actions.

With a sound of air being expelled, Michael’s nearly eight-inch penis plunged into Betty’s vagina.

A crisp slap echoed as Michael’s hips collided with Betty’s buttocks, leaving no space between them.

Michael’s erect and thick penis had now completely vanished inside Betty.

Standing outside the door, I witnessed the entire process of Betty being penetrated by Michael.

I wanted to cry, but my tears had already dried up.

My body trembled, and the pain made it seem impossible to breathe.

I struggled to keep standing, not letting myself collapse to the ground.

I saw it with my own eyes, my beloved wife being penetrated by another man, unprotected, a perfect betrayal.

This scene shattered all my fantasies and the last bit of hope I had.

At that moment, I felt nothing but heartache and despair.

"You... ah ah ah... ah ah," accompanied by the sound of flesh slapping, Betty’s intermittent moans began to rise.

The sounds of their bodies colliding, Betty’s moans, and Michael’s heavy breathing came through the crack of the door, painfully clear to my ears.

The sight was unbearably vivid.

After penetrating her, Michael didn’t give Betty another chance to speak or refuse.

He began thrusting vigorously, and thanks to the length of his penis, he could move back and forth significantly without slipping out.

Michael was forceful and quick, his hips continuously slamming into Betty’s buttocks, causing waves across her flesh.

In just a few thrusts, Betty’s pale buttocks turned a bright red, as if they had been spanked.

"Squish squish squish," the sound of their wet friction and the fluids from their intercourse kept making noises.

After several thrusts, their combined fluids turned white like thick milk, trickling down from their joined bodies, past Betty’s trembling anus, down to her tailbone, and finally staining the sheets.

Seeing the fluids continuously secreted from their union, I knew not all of it was Michael’s; most of it was from Betty’s vagina, indicating that despite her initial refusal, her body was in desperate need.

"Ah ah ah ah ah... lighter... ah ah... ah... a bit lighter..." Betty seemed unable to handle Michael’s vigorous and extensive thrusting, so she began to plead with him, her tone shifting from refusal to negotiation.

Although Betty asked Michael to be gentler, her continuously secreting fluids and her loud, rapid moans betrayed her; her body was showing its true reaction.

Michael ignored her, continuing to thrust while reaching down to Betty’s legs.

As he thrust, he pulled her panties off her legs.

During this process, Betty’s legs had to leave Michael’s shoulders for a moment, but she didn’t clench them or make any other gesture of refusal, letting Michael do as he pleased.

As Betty’s sexy lace panties hit the floor, her lower body was finally free of any constraints.

Betty’s legs could now spread even wider.

Michael lifted her legs back onto his shoulders, and without the hindrance, their intercourse became even smoother.

Seeing Betty like this, I knew she was completely Michael’s for the night, not slipping away from him.

I didn’t want to watch any longer; my heart was in despair, suffocating.

I turned around with difficulty, moving my stiff steps toward the door.