Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 72 - 0 Now she was completely compliant R18

Michael couldn’t help but stop thrusting and began to slowly withdraw his penis.

"Ah..." As Michael’s penis slowly slid out, Betty involuntarily parted her red lips. Although no sound came out, the shape of her mouth clearly formed the word "ah."

Michael pulled his penis out about a quarter of an inch, then slowly pushed it back in, but this time he went in about three-quarters of an inch.

After inserting three-quarters of an inch, Michael gently pulled out a quarter of an inch again, then slowly pushed his penis back in, inserting three-quarters of an inch.

"Huh..."

"Ah..."

"Huh..." "Ah..."

"Huh..." "Ah..." "Huh..."

"Ah..." "Huh..." "Ah..." Each time Michael pulled out, Betty exhaled a breath due to the brief emptiness, and each time Michael’s penis delved deeper, Betty would part her lips and let out a soft moan, this time audibly.

Thanks to this "slow boil" approach, Michael’s penis continuously moved back and forth into Betty’s vagina, giving her time to adjust. Betty’s vagina slowly accepted this much larger "beast" under both their conscious and cooperative state.

Michael’s penis, already about 8 inches long, was a size that even a grown man might envy. With Michael still growing, one could only wonder how much larger it might get.

"Pop..." When the base of Michael’s penis was just an inch away from the entrance of Betty’s vagina, Michael didn’t pull out again but instead pushed in, closing that final inch.

This last thrust was unexpected, catching Betty off guard and eliciting a loud moan from her—"Ah..." This moan was unrestrained and genuine, vibrating from Betty’s vocal cords.

Now, the two were once again tightly joined together, Michael’s hips pressed flush against Betty’s, his 8-inch penis fully sheathed within her. Their pubic hair intertwined tightly.

At this moment, Betty had one leg draped over Michael’s shoulder, while he supported her other thigh with his hand.

As they remained connected, they both savored the sensation of their genitals touching, their bodies forbidden and taboo, tightly linked. The psychological and physical stimulation of their incestuous union continuously assaulted their senses, making the silence more profound than any sound could be...

"Uh..." After their hips were tightly pressed together for a while, Michael slowly withdrew his penis, which had just been soaked by Betty’s vagina. The shaft, wrapped in bulging veins and coated with love juices and the semen Michael had just ejaculated, had little semen left.

Much of it had been drawn out by Michael’s thrusting, and a significant portion had been deeply pushed by the tip of his penis into the deepest part of Betty’s uterus, seeking her eggs...

"Ah..." When Michael pulled back to just the tip, he then slowly re-entered, inching in very slowly, eliciting a long, drawn-out moan from Betty.

At this moment, Betty had thrown all reason, all ethics, all fidelity out the window. She just wanted to embrace the moment, even if it was just for this one time, or just for this night.

"Smack..." Michael’s hips collided with Betty’s again, making a sound as they met.

"Mmm..." Each time Michael slowly pulled out, the emptiness made Betty moan in a long, drawn-out tone, a moan that carried a hint of longing and emptiness.

"Ah..." Each time Michael slowly entered, the returning sense of fullness made Betty moan similarly, but this time with a hint of satisfaction and relief.

"Mmm... Ah... Mmm... Ah... Mmm... Ah... Mmm... Ah... Mmm... Ah..." Michael took about ten seconds to complete each cycle of withdrawal and insertion, moving slowly but forcefully entering the last inch.

Michael then released Betty’s legs, which had been draped over his shoulders, and they slowly slid down. Betty’s legs were spread in an ’M’ shape on either side of Michael’s hips, her delicate, pale feet resting on the bed.

Each time Michael withdrew, Betty’s buttocks fell, making intimate contact with the bed; each time he entered, her buttocks lifted, breaking contact with the bed to allow for deeper penetration.

If initially under the bed Betty was mostly resistant and slightly accommodating, now she was completely compliant.

I know that at least this time, before Michael climaxed, she had completely let go...

"Oh..." With his hands now free, Michael slowly moved them to Betty’s breasts, those vibrant, large breasts continuously being kneaded and played with in Michael’s hands, constantly changing shape under his touch.

As the slow thrusting continued below, Michael kept kneading Betty’s breasts, eliciting delicate moans from her.

At this moment, she had her eyes closed, not wanting to see Michael’s face. Perhaps she was treating this whole experience as a spring dream, or maybe in her heart, she was imagining Michael as me. In any case, all Betty was left with now was the pleasure of the moment.

After kneading Betty’s breasts, Michael slowly lowered his upper body down onto hers.

"Pop..." Michael’s mouth enveloped one of Betty’s nipples, sucking hard, then lifted her breast with his mouth, shaping it into a sharp cone. When Betty’s breast was lifted to its highest point, Michael released his mouth, and her breast, due to the tension, snapped back from his mouth, returning to its original shape, the tender, pale flesh trembling, the nipple coated with Michael’s saliva.

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"Ha..." As Michael gently plowed her with his penis, and continuously sucked and tugged at her nipples, Betty experienced a sensation of floating towards bliss, her body’s two most sensitive and sensual spots being desecrated by her own foster son.

The scene seemed to slow down intentionally. Michael was moving gently and slowly, making love in a quiet and graceful manner. Both were savoring this serene approach, aiming to prolong the intimacy.

While suckling on Betty’s nipples, Michael’s hands glided up to her shoulders, slowly peeling away the remnants of her nightgown and the bra hanging off her shoulders.

As Michael’s hands reached under her back, Betty, eyes closed in enjoyment, arched her back slightly, allowing Michael to successfully strip off the last pieces of her clothing.

Now, Betty was completely bare, stripped of the last two pieces of meaningless attire.

Michael then sat back up, kneeling between Betty’s legs, his hips gently thrusting. His eight-inch member continuously worked inside Betty, as he surveyed her beautiful, sensuous body, which gently writhed with each of his tender thrusts. Her lips parted slightly, exhaling sweet breaths and emitting soft, arousing moans.

After admiring her for a moment, lust filled his eyes as he leaned down again. He lay on top of her, grabbing her breasts, while his lips began to kiss and lick her collarbone and shoulders, slowly moving up her neck.

When Michael reached Betty’s chin, she quickly turned her head, allowing him to kiss her cheek instead. Michael, with eyes closed, continued kissing, but soon realized something was off.

Opening his eyes, he discovered he was kissing Betty’s cheek, not her lips. His lips moved towards Betty’s, and just as they were about to touch, Betty quickly turned her head away, lifting her chin to dodge his kiss.

The slow rhythm suddenly quickened as Michael increased his pace, his hips forcefully slamming into Betty, causing his testicles to sway rapidly back and forth.

"Ah, ah, ah, mmm..." With each thrust, Betty let out a moan. Due to Michael’s rapid pace, her moans turned into a continuous line.

Caught off guard by the sudden change, Betty, with her face turned sideways, kept her mouth open, moaning loudly and quickly.

Meanwhile, Michael maintained the high-speed thrusting, and taking advantage of Betty’s distraction, he finally captured her lips. Thus, Betty’s moans eventually turned into muffled "mmm" sounds.

Betty shook her head continuously, her mouth firmly sealed by Michael’s. During the brief moments when Michael’s mouth opened, it was evident that Betty was clenching her teeth tightly.

Although her lips were being savored by Michael, his tongue did not invade her mouth.

With her mouth sealed, Betty could only breathe heavily through her nose, even causing a breeze that lifted the bangs on Michael’s forehead.