"Ah... it hurts... ah... it hurts..." At that moment, Betty's moans added a new word, and although Michael would have ignored a request to stop, the word "hurt" made him halt for Betty's sake.
Michael ceased his thrusts, giving Betty, his fierce mare, a chance to catch her breath.
Without asking Betty what she wanted, Michael shifted from kneeling to standing, cradling Betty's slender waist and pulling her up with him.
Betty's hands and knees left the hard floor tiles as they both slowly regained their standing positions.
It was then I realized the source of Betty's pain.
When I first heard Betty cry out in pain, I thought it was due to the vigorous thrusting from Michael, considering his considerable size rubbing frantically inside her, which would naturally cause swelling and pain.
If it were just the pain from that, their lovemaking could have paused midway, sparing me some heartache as I watched the surveillance playback.