Chapter 092 Betty was like a rider on a wild horse R18

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.