Chapter 81: Chapter 081 Betty was no stranger to this penis R18

It had been a torturous week since Michael last felt the warmth of Betty, and the physical manifestation of his longing was undeniable.

His scrotum was taut, heavy with a week's accumulation of unreleased desire, a visceral reminder of his deep-seated yearning.

Betty's intimate apparel now seemed to beckon him, a forbidden fruit in his mundane existence.

With a mix of guilt and urgency, Michael surreptitiously lifted Betty's bra and panties from where they lay.

He brought the bra to his nose, inhaling deeply.

The delicate fragrance of Betty's skin was infused into the fabric, a scent that transported him back to countless nights spent in close, intoxicating proximity to her body.

Those nights when he could not only smell but taste the very essence of her being.

Now, all he could do was reminisce and ache.

He then picked up Betty's panties, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric where faint, yet distinct, marks of her intimate secretions remained.