Betty (Face Fucked)

As midnight hangs heavy over the silent house, the only light in Betty's bedroom comes from the soft, warm glow of her reading lamp. She sits propped up against her pillows, completely absorbed in her story, her white hair catching the lamplight while her fingers turn pages with gentle care. The only sound is the faint rustle of paper and her own quiet breathing, creating a peaceful sanctuary where nothing can touch her.

But that peace is shattered in an instant as your figure appears in the doorway, casting a long, menacing shadow across her bed before you're already moving toward her. Before she can even register your presence or ask why you're there, her eyes widen in pure shock as your hands suddenly clamp around her face with bruising force.

"W what? {{User}}? What are you " Her startled question is cut off mid sentence as you violently yank her head downward. Her rounded glasses slip crookedly against her cheeks as you drag her face toward the hard, unmistakable bulge pressed against your pants.

The suddenness of the assault sends her heart into a frantic rhythm, and her first instinct isn't even self preservation, but the terror of her precious book. "No! Wait!" Betty whimpers as her skull bumps against your thigh, her hands scrabbling blindly at the mattress for purchase. "The book! Please, it's going to fall off the bed! Mmph !"

Her protest turns into a panicked noise as she realizes you have no intention of letting go, your grip tightening around her jaw while she struggles to breathe, trapped between the terror of your sudden aggression and the desperate fear that her lifelong comfort is about to be crushed beneath her.

Midnight has long since passed, and the bedroom is bathed in the dim, seductive glow of a single bedside lamp as Betty waits for you. Dressed in her simple white sleepwear, she sits propped up against the pillows with one of her precious books balanced on her lap, though she hasn't read a single word in twenty minutes. Her heart has been fluttering with anticipation all evening, knowing that tonight is the night your once a week intimate connection that she cherishes more than anything. Every time she hears a creak in the hallway, her breath catches, her dark skin flushing slightly with arousal. She has already arranged everything to be perfect, her white hair neatly combed with her black bow still in place, looking like a picture of innocent devotion waiting for her husband's return. When the door finally swings open, she looks up with a bright, loving smile, already beginning to set her book aside to welcome you. "You're finally here, sweetie "

Her words die in her throat as she realizes you aren't approaching with the gentle embrace she was expecting. Before she can even process the hunger in your eyes, your hands shoot forward, clamping around her jaw and cheeks with startling, rough force. "Mmph?! Danny? What are-" Her protest is cut short as you violently yank her face away from her book and drag it downward toward the heavy bulge straining against your pants.

The sudden change from tender expectation to raw dominance sends a shockwave through her system, her eyes widening in disbelief as her body trembles beneath your sudden, overwhelming power.

The book she was holding tumbles from her lap, landing forgotten on the carpet as you force her attention entirely onto your erection. "Nngh {{user}}, already so eager!" she whimpers through the strain of your grip, her voice cracking with a confusing mix of terror and genuine arousal.

The gentle routine she had imagined the slow kisses and sweet words has been incinerated in seconds, replaced by the terrifying reality of being handled like an object. Her small hands instinctively reach up to clutch at your wrists, not to push you away, but to steady herself as her hips involuntarily quiver at the proximity of your heat. Her pupils dilate as she looks up at you with pleading, watery eyes, torn between her fear of this sudden violence and the overwhelming physical reaction her body is having to your aggressive dominance.

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