Chapter 093 Tears mixed with the shower water

Betty leaned back into Michael's embrace, finally revealing herself in the intimate light.

Her labia, swollen from the prolonged friction with Michael's shaft, parted slightly, dripping with the remnants of their love.

It almost seemed as if the friction had cleansed the upper part of Michael's penis, making it appear less dark than before.

But of course, that was just my imagination; no amount of friction could change the color of his skin.

Michael's hands roamed over Betty's breasts and abdomen, his endurance impressive for someone so inexperienced in the arts of love.

As he caressed her, Betty began to cry silently, tears streaming from her closed eyes, trailing past her ears, and finally landing on Michael's face.

Feeling the cool touch on his cheek, Michael lifted his head and turned Betty's face towards him, seeing her tears.

Yes, Betty had every reason to cry.