Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Michael's hands roamed over Betty's hips and slender waist, caressing her as if she were his own prized possession.

He waited patiently for her body to settle down from the heights of ecstasy.

In the brief respite of Betty's climax, Michael took the opportunity to rest.

He slowly pulled up her skirt to her waist and began to peel off her tank top.

However, as he lifted the tank top to her arms, Betty resisted, locking her arms in place as if to thwart Michael's intentions.

Her bra clasp was now exposed on her bare back.

Michael tried to move Betty's arms away from the back of the sofa, but she, tearful and biting her lip, swung her head, knocking his hands away.

A flash of annoyance crossed Michael's face.

He grabbed the straps of the tank top, seemingly ready to tear it apart with force, but at the last moment, he calmed down.

He realized his actions had already deeply hurt Betty, perhaps pushing her to her limits.

He dared not go any further.

His vigorous thrusting had already dashed her hopes of returning home early to cook for me.

He was using this method to vent his jealousy, a jealousy that caused all this trouble, but he had ignored Betty's feelings.

It seemed that in the moment he decided against ripping her tank top, he finally understood.

But time had passed, and it couldn't be reversed.

All he could do now was to offer Betty a passionate lovemaking session as compensation...

As time slowly passed, Betty's climax gradually subsided.

Her tense body began to relax, her head bowed lower, and her hair fell, covering her cheeks.

At this moment, her hair seemed like the last veil hiding her inner turmoil.

I could no longer see Betty's face in the camera.

Betty was so still now, her face hidden, motionless, allowing Michael to touch her soul.

Below her slender waist, nestled between the round, pale cheeks of her buttocks, was a thick, veiny penis, pulsating with intensity.

After a while, Michael, sensing Betty's current mood and state, slowly moved his hands up to her bare back.

Reaching her back, Michael, fearing rejection, quickly unclasped her bra in a swift move.

However, his worries were unnecessary.

Betty seemed to have anticipated this move, knowing that her bra would eventually be unclasped.

She remained motionless, even as her bra was unhooked, her body showing no reaction, her head bowing even lower.

Once the bra was unhooked, under the pressure of Betty's full breasts, the cups burst open, releasing her ample breasts, which bounced slightly.

The marks of the cups were still visible on her pale skin, indicating that her bra was now too small compared to her growing breasts.

When had Betty's breasts started to grow? By how much?

I had no idea, as it had been a long time since I had been intimate with her or touched her breasts.

Is it true that passionate lovemaking and caressing can increase a woman's breast size? Was this all Michael's doing?

Seemingly finding the hanging bra bothersome, and given Betty's earlier refusal to remove the tank top, Michael didn't dare to force it.

But with Betty's arms still down, he couldn't normally remove the bra.

However, Michael quickly adapted.

The bra's straps, clasp, and cups were connected by small plastic hooks.

While slowly thrusting, Michael began to unhook these white plastic hooks.

Michael's thrusting was slow, his main focus on the hooks at her back.

At this moment, Michael was not in a hurry, as Betty had resigned herself to the situation, allowing time to lose its meaning.

"Thump... thump... thump..."

Michael's hips gently slapped against Betty's buttocks, producing a soft yet clear slapping sound.

Betty's buttocks rippled with each impact, the thick, veiny penis moving in and out of her, merging in a tight and mysterious union.

Every time Michael pulled out, Betty's labia would evert, revealing a hint of the pink inner walls of her vagina.

Each thrust inward would invert her labia, even pulling some of her pubic hairs into her.

It was as if a brush was continuously scrubbing deep inside Betty's core.

Despite the slow pace, the stimulation was intensely clear to Betty.

After about five minutes, Michael finally unhooked the last white plastic clasp.

Betty's bra lost its last restraint and slid off her body, the cups falling onto the couch.

Betty's breasts were now completely exposed without any barrier.

Although Michael had been thrusting for five minutes, his desire hadn't increased much.

After all, unhooking the bra had diverted much of his attention, reducing the frictional sensations on his penis.

Now that the task was completed, it was time to fully enjoy Betty's body.

"Thump, thump, thump..." Michael couldn't help but speed up his thrusts.

However, the range of his thrusts wasn't very large because his hands reached under Betty, grasping her breasts and stroking them from below.

This stroking required Michael to bend over, even pressing his chest against Betty's back, making the thrusting difficult and awkward.

Although his thrusting speed was fast, the range was small.

Realizing this, Michael let go of Betty's breasts, straightened his upper body, and held onto Betty's slender waist, starting to thrust with greater amplitude.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump..." The crisp, loud sounds of thrusting echoed, like sharp slaps to the face, perhaps a reflection of inner feelings.

Each sound felt like a slap across my cheeks, making them burn.

Michael's thrusting was fast and forceful.

Betty's breasts, hanging beneath her, swung violently back and forth.

Michael couldn't see this; he loved Betty's breasts but could only see the side view of them.

After a while, Michael couldn't resist the allure of Betty's breasts and bent down again to grasp them.

However, the range of his thrusts decreased again.

Betty's core and her breasts seemed like a choice between fish and bear's paw—Michael wanted both but could only choose one.

Eventually, Michael couldn't stand this back-and-forth method.

He stopped thrusting and withdrew his hands from Betty's chest.

The intermittent and uneven thrusting hadn't elicited a single moan from Betty.

Partly because Betty was enduring with great effort, evident from her hands gripping and moving on the back of the sofa.

The stimulation wasn't too intense for Betty either.

After stopping, Michael lifted one of Betty's legs, slowly raising it, trying to get Betty to turn over.

It seemed Michael wanted Betty to switch from lying face down to lying on her back, which would allow him to thrust and touch her breasts simultaneously.

However, Betty seemed uncooperative, silently resisting Michael's efforts.

Since her climax had passed, she had regained some strength.

She said nothing, silently protesting in this mute manner.

Michael was so greedy, wanting Betty to change positions without wanting to withdraw his penis.

To have is to forsake; if Michael had withdrawn, all of this would have been easily accomplished.

Eventually, Michael had to use considerable effort.

Betty, caught off guard, was suddenly turned sideways by Michael.

Now, Betty was lying on her side, her upper body leaning against the back of the sofa, and the leg Michael had lifted was now resting on his shoulder.

Although it wasn't the intended position, Betty's breasts were now clearly visible to Michael, even if only from the side, which was enough for him.