assistirfilmes Chapter 082 It was unlocked Part 1
Chapter 082 It was unlocked Part 1
Michael was tidying up the bathroom, meticulously erasing any evidence of his recent activities.
Meanwhile, Betty, her heart pounding with excitement, finally tore her gaze away from the small crack in the door.
She leaned heavily against the wall, her hand pressed against her chest as if trying to calm her racing heart.
Her cheeks were a vivid shade of pink, and her breath came in quick, shallow bursts.
After a moment to gather herself, she turned and hurried back to her bedroom, her legs trembling with a mix of nerves and arousal.
This reaction didn't mean Betty was promiscuous; it was simply a natural physical response.
It's common to feel a stir when confronted with an attractive sexual organ of the opposite sex.
The sight of Michael's genitals had sparked a deep, primal reaction within her.
To Betty, Michael's body was irresistibly attractive.
She made her way back to her room in a near panic, gently closing the door behind her without a sound.
Once inside, she rushed to her bed, lying down and closing her eyes in an attempt to calm her racing thoughts.
Betty was a normal woman, yet physically unsatisfied for various reasons.
Though she never overtly showed it, and I had never seen her masturbate, her daily behavior hinted at a deep-seated desire for sexual fulfillment.
Betty had never secretly masturbated, a testament to her inner resolve.
The sight of Michael masturbating, his familiar genitals fully exposed, triggered memories of a night filled with intense pleasure she had once enjoyed.
Lying there in her pajamas, Betty tried to suppress the rising flames of desire within her.
Meanwhile, Michael had cleaned up all traces of semen, but he couldn't completely remove the stains from Betty's clothes.
He arranged the clothes by the size of the wet spots, larger ones at the bottom, trying to restore them to their original state.
After finishing, he looked at the neatly arranged clothes and nodded in satisfaction.
I, observing all this from my computer, found it somewhat amusing.
Michael didn't know, but I did.
She even thought she heard footsteps at her door.
Confusion flickered in Betty's eyes, turning to panic when she heard the doorknob being pressed.
She realized she had forgotten to lock the door and watched the knob turn with a mix of panic and regret.
What to do?
If Michael opened the door and found her awake, wouldn't it be obvious she hadn't been sleeping?
And might Michael suspect she had been out and seen him masturbating?
After all, when Michael stepped out of the bathroom and saw her door was shut, he had breathed a sigh of relief, glad not to have been caught by Betty.
Both Betty and Michael hesitated, each on their side of the door.
Betty debated whether to pretend to be asleep or awake if Michael entered.
Michael wondered whether to check inside, puzzled why Betty hadn't locked her door tonight.
Was it a signal of some sort?
He had just enjoyed a moment with Betty's clothes and remembered a night that was unforgettable.
He didn't want to give up just yet, hoping to gain something more without waking Betty.
The door creaked softly as Michael gently pushed it open, making his decision.
Inside, Betty closed her eyes, making her decision too.
Seeing Betty with her eyes closed, Michael thought maybe she felt guilty for spying on him, or perhaps, stimulated by the earlier events, she was hoping for some comfort without compromising her dignity.
Michael slowly opened the door, more nervous than ever, unlike his previous confident trespasses.
As the door opened wider, Michael saw Betty lying on the bed, bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the curtains.
She was wearing a new, sheer white nightgown, loose and transparent, worn for the first time tonight.
Michael swallowed nervously as he stood in the doorway, gazing at the sleeping beauty on the bed.
He hesitated, finally seeing Betty in her nightgown again after a week felt like an eternity.
He missed this sight deeply.