A Past Journey—The Transformation of Sex and Love—Perversion 1

Time is a sharp sword, severing both beauty and ugliness. To continue the cycle of beauty and ugliness, you must offer sincerity, time, and energy to build bridges. There is no such thing as a free lunch; "even picking up money requires bending down."
I sat alone on the sofa at home, reflecting. In this materialistic society where money flows freely, faith and ideals have been dazzled into having no foothold. Watching myself sink deeper into depravity each day, trapped in a vicious cycle of sex, I cried. Thinking of my wife, heavily pregnant, carrying my child, I felt guilty and indebted. I tried to think calmly, hoping that the beautiful and kind could win back my heart, but the cruel reality once again dragged me into the sinful instincts.
After receiving A's call, I found myself knocking on A's door again, almost as if possessed. "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" "No, sis, I'm fine, just missing my wife." "Haha," A laughed without restraint. She walked behind the sofa and gently moved her hands up my head from my temples. "How long has it been since you've been with a woman?" I said against my will, "So long, I've forgotten what a woman smells like." Suddenly, she grabbed my hair and pressed my head against the back of the sofa. I looked up at her, and she looked down at me. A's head slowly moved down, getting closer and closer to my face. I could smell her scent. She opened her mouth and spat on my face. I stared at her in surprise as a mouthful of spit landed on my lips. Just as I was about to yell at her, her hot lips silenced my words. Our tongues swirled in our mouths, she gently bit with her teeth, sometimes fiercely, sometimes tenderly. I tried spitting on her face; she was excited. My hand touched her genitals; her thin pajama pants were already soaked with her own fluids. I couldn't wait to lie down and gently bite every part of her genitals through her pants. Her hand stroked my head. I recklessly pulled down her pants; her wet, warm genitals pressed tightly against my lips. I lightly teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. The varying pressure of her hand stroking my head told me of her excitement and pleasure. I knelt under the sofa, spreading her legs as wide as possible, her genitals completely exposed before my eyes. I buried my head, pausing and proceeding under the guidance of her hands, increasing and decreasing pressure entirely at her command. I licked her vulva and anus. She pressed my head down with both hands to stop me from moving. She gently pushed my head away and spread her labia with her hands. "Is it exciting?" It was really exciting. The tender pink color and the slightly open vaginal opening made my heart almost jump out of my chest.

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