Chapter 235 What are you doing... Part5 R18

"Thud, thud, thud..." As I ducked my head to avoid the video's visuals, the dull sounds of flesh colliding echoed through my headset, each thump striking deep into my heart.

On the screen, Betty lay on the couch, her body bent by Michael, rocking back and forth, her back grinding against the couch cushions.

Michael had Betty's legs hoisted over his shoulders, his hands gripping her breasts, his hips continuously slamming into the juncture of her thighs and buttocks, creating a squelching sound of wet friction that audibly revealed the extent of their arousal.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Betty's hands clutched the couch cushions tightly, her lips bare and exposed. Under Michael's relentless pounding, she had no resistance left; wave after wave of climax had her lost in the throes of pleasure, fully immersed in the act.

Michael, in a semi-crouch, adopted a solid stance, maximizing the power from his waist, relentlessly driving into Betty.