Chapter 128 No... ah... Part3 R18

At this moment, Michael's hands were finally free, and they found a new purpose—supporting his head with a pillow as he lay back.

He gazed at Betty's graceful back, the curves of her buttocks, and the sight of his own penis moving rhythmically in and out of her.

He didn't have to move; he could enjoy the view and the act simultaneously, all the effort now on Betty's shoulders.

Betty, lost in the rhythm, moved tirelessly atop him.

Michael was thrilled, his long-held desire for Betty to take the lead was finally realized.

This shift wasn't sudden.

During their lovemaking, Michael had supported Betty's slim waist, guiding her movements.

Over time, he noticed Betty began to move on her own, subtly matching his rhythm.

Perhaps it was subconscious at first, but Michael seized the opportunity.

After a moment of hesitation, he decided to test his theory by letting go.

His gamble paid off—Betty began to actively engage with him.

My fists clenched tightly.