Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 66 - 0 Betty was filled with regret and prayers...Part4 R18

Michael spread Betty’s legs and pressed his chest against the only hand she could move. Then, with his free hand, he reached down to his groin, gripping his fully erect penis, searching for the entrance.

At this point, Michael’s penis had reached over 8 inches, the tip secreting a sticky fluid. The struggle had caused Michael’s penis to flail about, leaving traces of the viscous fluid on Betty’s lower abdomen and thighs.

Being a virgin, even if Betty hadn’t struggled, it would have taken him a few tries to locate her vaginal entrance.

Now, with Betty’s fierce struggling, Michael couldn’t focus his eyes, although a few times his tip accidentally bumped against her entrance. But with Betty’s lower body constantly twisting, Michael kept losing his target.

Michael was like a fly in a frenzy, sweating bullets. Gradually, Betty realized that Michael was a virgin and couldn’t find her entrance, so she stopped struggling; she was truly exhausted, her eyes barely staying open.

Feeling Betty calm down, Michael couldn’t help but lift his chest and then look down at his groin, frantically searching for the vaginal entrance again.

Just as Michael was intensely focused, the previously calm Betty suddenly opened her eyes and, using the last of her strength, pushed Michael hard. Caught off-guard, Michael, supporting himself with one hand on the bed and the other holding his penis, lost his balance and fell towards the inside of the bed.

With a heavy thud, Michael landed on the mattress. Freed from Michael’s hold, Betty quickly turned to get out of bed, to escape from the now irrational and aroused Michael.

However, Betty forgot that her wrist was cuffed, and the other end of the handcuffs was attached to Michael’s wrist. Before she could get up, Michael, reacting quickly, pulled her back. With a tug of his arm, he pulled Betty back to him.

Now, with her back to Michael and lying on the edge of the bed, Betty tried to get up again after her unsuccessful attempt, perhaps preferring not to lie on her back, so she tried to rise again.

But Michael had already reacted; he held Betty tightly from behind, their wrists finally pointing in the same direction, both on their right sides, their arms tightly cuffed together.

Michael held Betty from behind, her constant twisting and struggling under his grip.

Michael’s thighs pressed against Betty’s, his groin continuously thrusting against her buttocks. Michael was desperate, Betty’s non-cooperation making it impossible for him to succeed.

In his panic, he just pushed the tip of his penis against Betty’s buttock crease, not caring whether it was her anus or vagina, as long as his tip made contact with the flesh inside her crease.

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Michael thrust his hips from behind Betty, who slowly moved forward to avoid him. The heavy breathing of both filled the room, Michael excited, Betty tired from struggling.

Betty’s upper body was held by Michael, her lower body pressed by his thighs, Michael’s penis constantly crashing in her buttock crease, nearly reaching her vaginal entrance several times, shuttling back and forth between her anus and vagina.

Betty tried to escape forward, Michael closely following, both of them slowly moving towards the edge of the bed.

Soon, Betty "escaped" to the edge of the bed, but with her eyes closed in struggle, she was unaware that she had reached the edge.

"Thud... Ahh..." Betty, caught off guard, tumbled off the bed. Thankfully, the bed wasn’t too high off the ground, and she landed on the floor with a soft thud. Betty lay sprawled on the floor, and Michael, equally surprised, fell right on top of her, both of them tangled together in a heap.

Hold on, the first sound was Betty hitting the floor, and that long moan that followed—it was Betty’s. It wasn’t strange for her to moan in pain from the fall, but that moan seemed off. It wasn’t just a cry of pain; it was mixed with something else, almost like...

At this moment, both Betty and Michael froze. Betty’s face twisted in pain, while Michael looked both surprised and oddly satisfied.

They lay motionless, tangled together. My gaze then shifted to their lower bodies, and I noticed that Michael’s penis had somehow found its way into Betty’s vagina, fully sheathed.

I quickly paused the scene, my eyes fixated on the point where their bodies connected, replaying it over and over in my mind.

"Boom..." My mind exploded; the moment had finally arrived, and it was real.

Even though I had braced myself, my heart still ached unbearably. Clutching my chest, I tried to regulate my breathing, slowly sliding off my chair, completely drained of strength.

I lay on the floor for what seemed like an eternity, my body drenched in sweat, tears streaming uncontrollably.

Betty had been defiled, and so swiftly, much faster than I had anticipated, without giving me any chance to prepare, not even a moment to intervene.

I wished what I had just seen was a scene from an adult film, where Betty and Michael weren’t the real protagonists, but everything forced me to face the harsh truth—Betty had been violated...

Should I hate her? No, she was essentially raped. But should I resent her?

If she hadn’t repeatedly indulged Michael, perhaps this wouldn’t have happened.

Michael, should I hate him? Yes, because he raped the woman I love. If I had been there, I would have hacked him to pieces with a kitchen knife, but now I was too weak, feeling nearly dead.

I didn’t have a heart condition, but my heart had skipped a beat at that moment. Now, my body was numb, barely able to breathe, soaked in sweat. I’ve always been physically strong, but the shock of that scene was overwhelming, more terrifying than any dangerous situation I’d faced in my work.

Lying under my computer desk, staring at the ceiling light, I wondered if I would die unnoticed. There might not even be anyone to save me.

I knew my condition was critical; I might even die suddenly. I still had just enough strength to dial 911, but I remained motionless. If I were to die like this, let it be. The video paused on the scene of their union; let others reveal the truth after my death.

I closed my eyes, my consciousness fading. Was I about to die...?