Chapter 112 Betty closed her eyes and removed Michael's briefs Part 3 R18

"Ugh..." Betty hurried to the sink, retching into it as she expelled Michael's semen from her mouth.

She felt as if she couldn't get it all out, desperately grabbing a toothbrush and toothpaste to scrub her mouth clean, heedless of how her frantic movements smeared the semen all over her clothes.

Betty spent five minutes brushing and rinsing, almost scrubbing her gums raw in her fervor to cleanse her mouth.

Afterward, her brow was still furrowed, haunted by the lingering taste of semen, wondering if she had inadvertently swallowed some in her initial panic.

After brushing, Betty looked uncomfortably at her face in the mirror and then down at her clothes, now stained everywhere with semen.

She shook her head with a wry smile.

Glancing at Michael, who was resting with his eyes closed, her expression was complex.

Normally, she would have lashed out at Michael in anger, but this time she couldn't vent her frustration.