Klein hadn't been prepared for the way Betty slowly unwrapped herself, as though she knew every step of the unveiling would break down his defenses. First the shirt—each button undone with a languid flick of her fingers, her smile hovering somewhere between innocence and provocation. When the fabric slid off her shoulders and dropped to the floor, her breasts swung free, heavy and firm, the nipples already taut like ripe cherries begging to be tasted. His throat tightened with a loud gulp he couldn't hide, and he instinctively leaned back, as though distance could soften the shock.
She only rewarded his retreat with a syrupy smile, lowering her hands toward the waistband of her skirt. The button popped open, the zipper slid down, and she pushed the garment past her hips with a teasing roll, showing off the curve of her mound barely contained in a whisper of pink fabric. His eyes tracked every inch of bare skin revealed. And then, without hesitation, she hooked her thumbs into the thin panties, bending slightly so the swell of her ass jiggled as she peeled them down her thighs. Her mound came into view—smooth, hairless, glistening faintly. She stepped free, stood tall, and let him drink in the sight of her completely naked, as though her body existed for no other purpose than to capture him in its spell.
Klein's chest rose and fell too quickly. He was already hard, already caught, and she could see it. Betty cupped both breasts with practiced ease, her fingers circling and tugging the nipples until they stiffened further, her eyes never leaving his. "Mm," she breathed softly, and then one hand drifted down, slow as honey sliding from a spoon, until she parted her folds with two fingers, showing him the rosy flesh within, the small nub of her clit throbbing under the exposure. She traced lazy circles around it before slipping two fingers into herself, her walls stretching open, glistening wetness clinging to her knuckles. She let him watch her curl those fingers, hips shivering, then pulled them free, shiny and dripping, and lifted them to her lips to suck with a delicate slurp.
"This is my way of apologizing," she murmured, voice lilting, playful but charged with heat. "I hope you don't mind."
He didn't even have the chance to speak. With a playful shove she pressed him down onto the mattress. Klein landed on his back, propped up on his elbows, watching helplessly as Betty crawled onto the bed and straddled him, her naked body hovering above his. She stripped his shirt away in impatient tugs, then hooked her fingers under his shorts and dragged them down, his cock springing out with a sudden, hungry bounce.
Her eyes widened at the sight of him. The shaft was thick, flushed, veins ridged along its length, the head swollen and already dripping with anticipation. "It's huge," she whispered, almost reverent, licking her lips unconsciously. Her gaze flicked up to his face and back down, her expression caught between awe and mischief. "Can I take it inside my mouth?" she asked, though she was already lowering herself.
Her lips touched the tip before he could answer. She opened wide and took him greedily, sinking until his cock pressed against the back of her throat. "Mmmghhh," she moaned around him, the vibration of her throat sending a jolt straight through his core. Klein's head tipped back, a raw groan spilling out of him unbidden. "Ahhh—fuck…"
She worked him with abandon, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her throat convulsing each time the tip nudged deep. The gag only seemed to excite her more; she forced herself down again and again, strands of spit running down his shaft to wet her hand as she stroked the base. When she pulled back, she licked the head like it was candy, spreading his precum across her tongue before swallowing him down once more. The slick, wet sounds filled the room, obscene and rhythmic, mixing with the rough groans spilling from his lips.
"Ngghhh—Betty…" His hand tangled in her hair, tugging as his hips twitched against her mouth. She glanced up, eyes glimmering with delight, her lips stretched wide around him. She popped him free with a wet "slrk" and immediately dipped lower, taking his balls into her mouth, rolling them with her tongue while her hand pumped his slick shaft. Klein's abs tightened, his moans breaking loose as his body threatened to give in completely.
Then she climbed higher, her body dripping with her own arousal. Her folds were shiny, her thighs trembling with need. She rubbed her slick entrance against the head of his cock, coating him in her juices before pausing to meet his gaze. "Can I?" she asked breathlessly, her voice trembling with hunger.
"Yes," he managed to rasp, the word more a growl than permission.
That was all she needed. She angled his shaft, pressed down slowly, and the blunt head spread her open. Her walls clenched immediately, the stretch filling her so completely she let out a long, broken cry. "Haaaahhh—ohhh, god!" Klein groaned beneath her at the same time, the tight heat gripping him in a vice. Inch by inch she sank lower, her nails scratching at his chest, her eyes rolling back as she impaled herself fully, finally seated to the hilt.
Both of them moaned, voices overlapping, the bed shuddering beneath their weight. She leaned forward, her breasts bouncing against his chest, her lips finding his in a desperate kiss as she began to move, grinding, lifting, and slamming down with wet, loud smacks of flesh. Klein clutched her hips, guiding her rhythm, thrusting upward to meet every descent, the two of them lost in a tangle of sweat, cries, and raw hunger.
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Betty's body rode him like she was born to it, her hips rolling in long, grinding sweeps that made his cock drag against every swollen ridge inside her. Each downward slam sent a wet, clapping slap through the air, loud and shameless, and Klein's grip tightened on her waist to steady her as she lost herself in the rhythm.
Her moans spilled out freely, high, breathy whines when she lifted, guttural cries when she dropped, every sound dripping with the raw truth of how good it felt. "Ahhh—Klein—fuck, you're so deep!" she gasped, her voice breaking as her thighs quivered from the strain of keeping pace. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his face, nipples brushing his lips until he caught one between his teeth and tugged.
Her shriek tore out sharp and sweet. "Nnnghh, yesss.... Bite me, ahhhhn!"
He released her nipple to suck it instead, tongue circling while his hips thrust up into her. The bedframe creaked, the mattress bounced, and the sharp staccato of skin meeting skin filled the room in steady, pounding waves. Betty braced herself on his shoulders, hair falling like a curtain around their faces, her eyes heavy-lidded and wild as she ground her clit against his pubic bone. Every rub sent her higher, her moans turning into breathless stutters: "Oh-oh-oh-oh, I'm—I'm—!"
Klein felt it too, the tightening coil deep in his gut, the heat rushing up his spine with every squeeze of her cunt. She was impossibly tight, soaking him until their connection was slick and messy, the base of his cock shining with her arousal. He growled low in his throat, teeth gritted, sweat trickling down his temples. "Betty, I'm not gonna last, fuckkkk!"
"Do it," she begged, eyes wild, hips slamming down harder, faster, desperate for the finish. "Cum with me, inside me, don't you dare hold back, ahhhhhnnnn!"
The orgasm ripped through her first, her body locking up, back arching, head thrown back as a hoarse scream ripped from her throat. Her pussy clenched down like a vice, milking him mercilessly as wave after wave rolled through her, juices spilling down his length in gushes. "Ohhh god, ohhh fuck, yesyesyes!"
Klein roared beneath her, his cock twitching violently as the pressure broke. Hot pulses of cum shot deep inside her, thick streams filling her already dripping cunt. His hips jerked uncontrollably, driving himself harder into her convulsing walls as he spilled everything he had. "Ughhh—ahhhhhh, Bettyyy!" His voice cracked with the force of it, his whole body trembling under the intensity of release.
She collapsed forward against him, their bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving together in ragged sync. His cock throbbed inside her even as it softened, still buried to the hilt in her warmth, their combined fluids seeping out to wet the sheets beneath them. Betty whimpered softly, tiny aftershocks rippling through her as she kissed his jaw, his lips, his neck, whispering between panting breaths: "So good… so fucking good…"
Klein could only hold her, hands sliding up and down her trembling back, his own voice hoarse as he pressed his forehead against hers. The world outside the bed was gone, nothing left but the dizzy haze of satisfaction and the bond of their tangled, spent bodies.