Chapter 240 Betty seemed to forget about time Part1 R18

When I returned to the bedroom, Betty was still in the same position, her naked body as alluring as ever, yet starkly pale, devoid of the flushed glow and beads of sweat that adorned her when she was with Michael.

The difference was glaring; I hadn't brought her any pleasure, let alone an orgasm.

Compared to Michael, my own manhood seemed merely a tease through layers, ineffective and insufficient.

Betty, still lying there, eventually removed the pillow from beneath her hips, a gesture that seemed unnecessary as there was hardly any semen leaking from her.

My output couldn't begin to compare to Michael's, a fact that gnawed at me, though I hadn't seen how much Michael could ejaculate now, two years later.

But even as a younger man, he had outperformed me.

"Shouldn't you wash up?" I asked, though not out of concern for her cleanliness.

I had an ulterior motive; I wanted to inspect her bag while she was occupied.