Which man doesn't cheat?

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Actually, at first, I never thought I'd share my experience. After all, is sharing your private life just bragging or venting? I'll just treat it as a fond memory, hidden away here, so I won't dwell on it again and only cause more trouble.

Just a quick rant: I really didn't want to write this →_→, damn it.

Continuing from where I left off.

Actually, I could vaguely sense her urination before she even started, being an experienced person. But I didn't expect her to spray so much and so fast. Before I could even lift my head, a hot stream trickled down my chin and neck. Ironically, I couldn't dodge in time, and it sprayed all over my face. The

liquid dripping from my face went straight into my mouth, filling it with a pungent, fishy smell. She arched her back, trembling, and with each tremor, a stream of fluid gushed out from a small hole above her vulva, hidden by bulging flesh.

What a surprise! I thought it was just a plastic bag inside. This was truly the first time I'd ever seen a woman actually squirt water! On a side note, although I had broken up with my ex-girlfriend for over six months, we had dated for more than two years before. She was genuinely uninterested in sex and had never done anything like this before. I also had little experience, so my foreplay was rough, focusing only on thrusting to help me ejaculate.

Getting back to the point, I was probably just driven by lust, and it was the first time I'd ever really looked closely at a woman's urethra. This "water-spurting" hole seemed so mysterious. Ignoring the intermittent urination (which I later confirmed was urine; she planned to shower and urinate back at the hotel, but didn't), and ignoring the urine on my body and the sheets, I took her mouth into my mouth, the tender flesh around her urethra. The urine sprayed against my palate as I sucked hard on this newly discovered little opening, my tongue pushing against the urethra. Urine splashed in my mouth; some was swallowed, some dripped onto her.

The strong, pungent smell of urine swirled in my nostrils, driving me wild. A warm current flowed into my stomach with each swallow, as if I wanted her to know that everything about her belonged to me.

"Ah!...No...Don't lick there! Ah...You...You mustn't..."

She tried to get up and push my head away, but because of her S-shaped position, head down and feet up, she couldn't push me away completely. I ignored her and continued my oral work, my fingers occasionally rubbing her clitoris outside her foreskin.

Gradually, the only sounds in the room besides her soft moans were the sounds of my smacking lips. My tongue left that mysterious place that was no longer leaking urine, and began to pluck at the slit of her vulva. Her hands changed from pushing to pressing on my head. Little one, she knew she was starting to enjoy it. She hummed softly, and her body began to soften again.

I spread her labia, and by this time her vulva was open because of my care, the pink flesh inside was rising and falling with her breath, squeezing against each other. I saw the tattered membrane about two centimeters from the opening. I thought to myself, what a pity, but my tongue still went in to give her pleasure.

"I want everything she has!" he thought to himself.

His tongue began to lick her thinning perineum.

"Oh...no...ah...ah...don't look! It's dirty...ugh...don't look!"

She was already limp from the previous wave of pleasure. Her breath was weak and feeble, a sound that was neither crying nor sobbing.

Indeed, parting the two white, jade-like, soft, and plump labia, a pink orb like a daisy came into view. So small, so tight, it trembled and throbbed because of my gaze and my breath, and the few hairs scattered around it twisted with it.

But at the same time, a thick, pungent odor emanated from between her buttocks—a mixture of the stench of feces, sweat, her natural body scent, and the musty smell of evaporated urine—all wafting towards me. I involuntarily twitched my nose, inhaling this arousing, peculiar "fragrance" of her body…

"Don't look! Ah…you…you don't smell it! It stinks…it stinks so bad!…Waaaaah…I…I pooped today!" she choked, her voice growing softer, but her breathing remaining steady, as if anticipating something (≧ω≦).

I didn't react; my brain was frozen, devoid of any thought.

My God! To be able to see so clearly her most private, shameful, and filthy excretory orifice! I wanted to see more clearly! I wanted to see more thoroughly! I wanted her to be utterly ashamed in front of me, to fall from being a goddess to being mine alone!

I placed my index and middle fingers around her, then forcefully pried her open in four directions. At that moment, the deepest part felt like the eye of an abyss, swallowing me whole.

The bright red anal flesh opened and closed repeatedly, its pale gray folds revealing faint traces of feces in the crevices—not much, but eye-catching.

Intentionally or unintentionally, I glanced at her beautiful, captivating face. She bit her lower lip, her large eyes revealing a nervous expression as she looked at me. So alluring, so beautiful. A surge of lust from before suddenly resurfaced, a desire to destroy this beauty.

I grinned and said to her, "Hey! Little beauty, if those who secretly admire you saw and smelled this, and saw how smelly and dirty you are, with so much anal hair. Look, there's still some poop left to clean. Do you think they'd be disgusted by you, or like this…"

Before she could answer, I gazed at her goddess-like face and licked the place that shamed her most.

"Oh, oh, uh... oh, oh..." The moment we touched, she raised one hand, revealing her alluring armpit hair, and ran her fingers around behind her head. With the other hand, she gripped my hair tightly, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

...

Of course, it wasn't like this the first time; it was just a combination of several subsequent encounters. Although I didn't have that strong feeling, and it was she who suggested dating me, after more than a month of getting to know her, her generous, kind, innocent, and considerate nature made this scumbag decide to take it seriously. I'm getting old; I can't play around anymore. After all, I've had at least ten women, both through blind dates and on my own. In the years I've been a womanizer, only my ex-girlfriend and ex-wife have truly caught my eye. But because of my youthful ignorance and stubbornness, we missed each other, and I deeply hurt my ex-girlfriend. If I meet the wrong person in the future, I'll hurt her too.

And my ex-wife became the beginning of my paying the price.

[The End]

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