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Eren Jeager, Levi Ackerman
Unknown Ex-Husband
Having lived with Levi Ackerman for 3 years in a unhappy, fruitless marriage, you decided to divorce, freeing each other from a chain of domestic cold war and a workaholic husband who always left home and came back hating you.
You, Mr. XXX, revisit your ex’s mansion and finds your ex-husband Levi sucking off a brown-haired boy’s 7-inch dick in their old bedroom, getting bitched like there’s no tomorrow.
It’s barely a month after your divorce has been finalized. You drop by unannounced, hoping to get a few important documents and a little bit of closure before leaving this country for a job opportunity in Sweden in the next week. As the car screeched a few blocks away from your ex-husband’s house, you let out a long sigh, knowing your interaction wouldn’t be pretty and that you have a lot of begging to do.
The minute you stopped at the driveway, you find yourself dazedly looking at the house that you and your ex-husband had slept and bedded under for the past few years and chuckle to yourself once you find there wasn’t a lot of change to it.
Except.
There was a pair of kid’s shoes on the porch, the kind of shoes that a little girl would wear. Next to them, is the polished leather dress shoes you could tell was your ex-husband’s.
You observe for a bit, peeking through the peep hole to get a good look inside.
Nothing.
Now that you’ve paid close attention to the sounds, you realize there were sounds you didn’t catch before.
Thankfully, the curtains weren’t shut.
You whisper a curse to yourself, hoping your ex-husband wouldn’t catch you snooping around.
As you make your way through the bushes, the sounds becomes clearer, and you can tell just how perverted they were. These weren’t normal sounds. These dreadful, raucously perverted sounds—are the sounds of a blowjob; a rough, hair-raising one at that.
Shllurruprpprprt! Sllrrprpruuurrpprl!!! Pwch~chuup!
You inch closer, wary enough to not make a sound.
Yes.
Closer. To the center of the window. Just a tad more.
There it is! There’s someone in the room!
A brown-haired child is sitting on his bare bottoms, sloppy balls-churning sounds can be heard underneath. Someone’s perfoming a rough dick-blowing and isn’t ashamed of letting outsiders see the shameful act.
As you squint, you can clearly see a familiar face, of a man you used to love, slurping and snorting filthy on dick juice. His hair’s slicked back, but that’s clearly him. He’s sucking dick in the room both you and him slept in for the last 3 years.
“Ha…ha.” You back off a few steps in disbelief.
Your ex-husband is sucking some kid’s dick.
“Mr.Levviii!! Uhhghh—don’t be *hic* sho rough!”
“You’re mine now…I cwan be rwough...You said you like itwhenth I get rwahfh…” Levi’s rubbing the kid’s glans on his teeth before putting it on one side of his cheek, his mouth open just enough that you can clearly see he’s brushing the grime off the kid’s foreskins; what you never saw him do in your 3 years marriage. He was a clean freak during those years, an insufferable sexy clean freak who loathed the stench of your sweat and would bitch incessantly until you went off on your own to rinse off. You couldn’t even dream of getting him to kiss you before brushing your teeth, much less blowing your unwashed dick.
“But what if people see us…”
“Don’t care…plrurrrmmrmrllrlrlllplpltltltt…ha…ogh…let them watch. How good your husband’s at blowing his wife’s dick…fuck…your sperm’s burbling. Mhm…Such a bad little wife… pent up for your sissy husband, aren’t you?”
The brat furiously nods, not denying a single word your ex-husband says. But this, this submission, arouses your husband—you can see it in his face.
“I have to return to the company tomorrow.” Levi takes off his humid suit, leaving nothing but a pink pasty on his hole. He steps on the bed, dipping it hard and presents his lewd bitch pussy, standing just a few inches away from the small brunet.
“Remove your husband’s pussy guard, won’t you? It’s extra sticky today.”
Such filthy words…your ex-husband would always frown when you talk to him dirty.
The kid’s penis’s all perked up as the last words were spoken.
After having his bussy pasty removed, you can see a patch of ass pubes sticking on the pasty.
“Oughh…hmmmfhhwoo~oohuhghh!”
The little imp sniffs at the pubes patch so noisily you can almost smell just how raw and how ticklish it felt.
“So many pubes…Mr.Levi, can I eat them all…Pretty pleeease~?”
“Did you forget?” Levi wiggles his ass, letting those sticky, clammy cheeks clap so loudly you can see droplets of sweat sprinkling on the sitting child. “Don’t think about manners when you’re about to breed me raw. There’s more up here.” He shows the boy the full view of his butt, the pubes running down his pussy taint, and his raw, steaming anus meat. “Eat it all.”
“Thankmfhwoo!” The brunet digs in, ripping as much pubes from the pasty as possible before gulping it down in one go.
As if he isn’t satisfied, the kid starts wedging his tongue between your ex-husband’s inviting ass meat, sniffing up and down with ten times the aggression of the starved child from earlier. You hear him slurp and dig deep for your ex-husband’s juicy burbling goodness, stroking your husband’s dick until it’s firm and leaking a puddle on the bed, and at the same time, crushing those pathetic spermless balls of the free use sow CEO until your ex-husband declares himself as one for the sake of getting his guts squashed by a rutting brat. Your slut ex-husband’s moans shut off every thought in your mind as you hear him beg for dick, grinding his muggy man pussy to pleasure his young little breeding mate. You watch the kid arch his back just to really get in there, arch it so much you can see the brown specks on his anus. The kid’s mouth’s spitting and sputtering up your ex-husband’s bitch pussy, slobbering over your ex-husband’s pubes and taints and stretch them with both thumbs, treating your ex-husband’s anus as nothing more than an old disposable toy.
Your ex-husband pets him like a dog, pet as in running his fingers through the kid’s sweaty scalp, calling him a good wife before pulling him into a throat-guzzling, tongue-twisting smooch, smushing the kid’s body agains his bigger, sweatier one. The kid likes it, you can tell by his soft and raspy moans, watch his legs squirm, and his dirty penis juts against your ex-husband’s sweaty abdomens.
Levi puts the brat up the soiled pillows, kissing him hard while mixing their sweat and cum up slimy. Your ex-husband’s hole is farting breathy noises, poofing and stinking up the place. He never farts. Not once did you hear even a toot from his bum cunt while he was still married to you. But today, you hear his farts for the first time like you were a newlywed husband finding out things you haven’t learned before about your ‘husband’. But it’s not with you, he’s farting while gagging on a dick of a brat who should have been in school at around this time, instead he chooses to lay there, to be assaulted by a mature, dilfy male bitch, whose mouth is sucking with the suction power of a thousand suns. Levi’s penis leaks, glooping more pre while sucking dick than he did having sex with you.
The brat shoves him away, crying about how it’s too much, that your ex-husband needs to wait, but Levi keeps flipping him over to suck, slurping that filthy dick glans until it’s delightfully rinsed. It isn’t until the brat cries cumming, that you hear your ex-husband cums. The kid’s glans are red and spurting, you can hear jizz droops down your ex-husband’s bitch nostrils, and how quick he sniffs it back up, sloshing and chewing the thick scummy glob before swallowing it down clean and proper. Your ex-husband’s coddling those fucking bull nuts with his tongue, mumbling and slurring skanky words to them, sucking them nice and wet in his mouth. “PLPRLplrltl churupp fuck…mhm churup mh mhmh…so bare mwa…pwcch…Ewenth..mhm mhah fuck…churp blbrp plplrprplrprrt…” Levi slurps the rest of the cum and grimy slurry off those greasy, unwrinkled sperm tanks, licking and kissing them until they’re two fleshy, polished billiards balls. Oh…they’re monstrous aren’t they? Your wrinkled ones pale in comparison when pitted against such a fine pair of dangling testicles.
You ex-husband begins “punishing” the brat for resisting his pampering, nibbling and slobbering over the brat’s little butt and slap them until they’re flushed. The brat doesn’t cry. He starts wiggling his hips, taunting your ex-husband with his penis until your ex-husband caves in.
He’s holding the brat’s thighs up, spreading them just about enough that you can see how much poop that’s stuck on the brat’s shitter.
“Wash…your *blurrp*…filthy hole.” You hear Levi scolds, lust and want drips in his tone like dark coffee, the tone that would send any man tumbling down his bed, pleading to be used even if it’s just for one test drive. “Fuck…You left it smelly…” You see him smooch the kid’s buttocks, purring, “churup…ohhnb…gwood boy...let husband clean your cute shit hole…mnhhfnh~lrlrlrpltltllpllrt!” The kid whimper, puffing his fumes at your husband at a lewd provocative tempo. You hear Levi curse, pulling the brat up to his sweaty jugs and smooches his face, whispering an inappropriate command that leaves the brunet stunned once his tongue leaves his flushed ear.
The brunet steps on the pillow, keep his feet still, holding the headboard while arching his back. “Like…like this?”
Your ex-husband starts tonguing down the kid’s filth hungrily without a reply like he hasn’t eaten for days. Your clean freak of an ex-husband’s licking the brown, miry nuggets of shit from the kid’s anus, sucking shitter until there’s only a few smudges brown spots left on the kid’s cute little bum ring. Even far away, you can really smell how mucky the room’s gotten from their crude acts. They’re spreading their filthy stink everywhere, getting every corner dirty and turning this place into a comple pigsty with their putrid sex odors, imprinting their stench into your mind and soul to humiliate you.
“Sllruruprt! Smooch…ohhghh…pwcchu…smoooch…onghh…shoowwgooohg…ohn…Pwah…pwwchurp! SMOOCH! Shlllrrqrrkk—PTHPLPRT—SMOOCH—OMNFHNNGH—SLLURRPRHTHLLPRT!”
“Ohhhggh…don’t spit in my hole…you horny slutt—ohgghghf—ohgghhh~🩷!”
Your ex-husband jerks the little brat’s penis down, treating it as some filthy pullstring for a semen dispenser while he ravages the brat’s hole with slobbish french kisses, slurping smudges of leftover turds like fine gourmet. The brat’s moaning high-pitched, his breath hitches several time when your ex-husband’s tongue reaches a little too deep.
Your ex-husband burps…somethings he’s never done in front of you. He’s wiggling his hips, jizzing from a job well done. “Shoo…wgwoogh…ohnghn…Nghgh…”
Your chest tightens, struggling to accept.
It’s hard to accept? What, really? That your ex-husband was never yours? How many times have you had sex? Less than 12, you recalled. The sex was never raw either, Levis always nagged at you to put on condoms. Come to think of it, you’ve never used up the box your bought. You chuckle at how unfair it felt. Whenever you begged for it, even went out of your way to get on your knees you came off as desperate, and that turned him off, isn’t that what Levi told you. He said that to you, didn’t he? But when this brat begged, he was head over heels, squirting like a virgin who’s discovered the wonders of sex. Maybe you were the puzzle pieces that didn’t belong, or maybe you were the misshaped pieces. In the end, you weren’t good enough, and you weren’t deserving of his vulgar reassurance, of love. You ask yourself why the slumped shoulders? You weren’t a worthy male to begin with. You aren’t even worthy of being sad.
You snap back to reality, of the obscenity before you. Your ex-husband’s parting his ass cheeks, farting at the brat’s penis while rubbing up and down on that meat sword, tongue out like a back-blown sissy. On both of his testicles were faded squiggles in black markers, but the writings were legible enough that you can read what’s written on them: “Sissy CEO”. You knew then it wasn’t your ex-husband’s handwriting but the brat’s just by how uneven and squiggly the lines were. And your ex-husband allowed him? You mumble “Fuck” under your breath, knowing how far the kid would go to take ownership of our ex-husband.
“Love…you…” The brunet kid rasps, breathing rough and uneven like his handwriting.
“Oghhn…Shtopp…Er…ogh-oh-uhhrh—ohh…!”
You hear a squelch, a loud gurgle. You can see the expression on Levi’s face twist into a slutty puckering one. Drools are drooping out of his mouth in a thick rope. Your ex-husband has successfully eaten the brat’s raw dick. You hear a few more gurgling, until it’s only loud squelching and a shlup…shlup…shulp…glrk. Your ex-husband’s horny for it, showing his bare abused armpits, a red tinge to them, littered with small yet deep bite marks. They weren’t bare because he shaved it, it’s because your ex-husband’s sweaty pit hairs’ been plucked bare by a little imp’s mouth during their intense kissing session. Your ex-husband’s horny grunting, thrusting himself on that filthy dick, wiggling his bitched hips in bliss when the boy regains control. His dark, engorged udders are swaying side to side and slapped around by the rowdy brat laying below like a worthless stress toy; pulled and yanked until he pees on the brat’s little body, staining the sheets yellow.
“Mr.Levi!! Your pussy is sucking up my cum!”
“I’ll eat…them…all…until morning. Wring ‘em dry.”
Levi prefers the boy’s little penis over yours, moans louder on that penis than your 10-incher. He spoke to that boy like he would a husband more than he did to you all these years.
“Eren, you exercise so well. Such a good…urghh…boy. Onghhh—R-Right there. Get in it—HOGNHHH!!” He howls like a beast while taking it raw. His back arches like a big wild pussy in heat as he clutches the soaked sheets. Your ex-husband of 3 years’s shamelessly getting his fat rippling cheeks rammed, announcing his bitch orgasm with a nasty o-face, messily drooling on the sheets after the child pulls out.
It’s just 7 inch. How good can it be? That’s the thought that foolish you have right at this moment.
“There’s…ha…someone outside…” You hear the boy pant out.
“Does it matter…” Your slut husband wraps his legs around the boy, burying the kid’s dick deep in his bitchpussy. “Break me with your dick, Ereeen. I’ve been waiting all fucking~day…”
“Gosh…Mr.Levi. You slut…URGHH?!”
“Less talk…more churning…” Levi sticks his tongue out to provoke. “This bitch pussy isn’t gonna rape its—“
THWLOPPTTHHPT!!!
“URGhh—oohhhhhg—ooh-ohgh—uh—ohh-uuhh—aahh-ooh—ough-ooouuuh! Fuc—fuck—good-good boy! Stir up your husband’s pussy!”
The boy breathes heavy, keening to the praises, begins accelerating at an incredible pace that’s almost inhuman. “Mr.Levi-hic-hic-ogh-hnghh…doing it!”
“Oogh—hoohh—rape it Eren!! Rape my little fat womb, my male bitch cervix! Don’t be sh—!!!”
Wait…Eren. You suddenly remember. Isn’t that the name of the Jaegers’ kid that used to drop by when he was 4. The one your ex-husband used to babysat.
They always came out of the guest room sweating. Sometimes your ex-husband was busy wiping the spilled “cheese curds” on the hallway floor, getting some on his face, his hair was messy while the brat needily clings onto his shirt asking for milk.
Is that what it was? They were fucking when the brat was 4? His penis was barely 3 inch, how would a snotty brat like him know how to pleasure Levi at such a young age? ‘…Impossible.’ You break off the branches in the shrubs you’re hiding in. You’re not angry at them, you’ve got no business to be angry at them. You’re angry at yourself, that you failed to give your now ex-husband pleasure, depriving him enough to make him leave your 10 inch for a brat’s 3 inch penis. You feel your heart sink in defeat, your hands ball into sweaty fists as you loathe the fate Ymir had given you: the fate of an oblivious cuck who hadn’t yet realize he’s been played since the start of this marriage until today.
In hindsight, you’ve failed as a husband. You’ve lost your husband to a brat who’s 3 decades younger than you. But patience. There’s a brand new indescribable feeling surging within you, a wave of arousal that can only be shared and felt by cucks who get off seeing their wives and husbands used like a toy by boorish brats.
The imp takes a water break. But even while he wasn’t in use, your ex-husband was still rubbing his pathetic sack like a slut would her vagina. Your ex-husband’s 8-inch-penis that used to firm up from looking at your big erect cock is now jizzing from looking at a little imp’s softened dick like a bitch in heat.
The brat eagerly glugs down the water, discarding the emptied bottle to the side just so he can jump back on your ex-husband, fucking him in a primitive missionary.
“Ohghhh! Eren! My pussy! Get in your husband’s puusssyyy~!”
“Yessir!!”
GLLRRRRP~SLLLRCHHUUPP CHURRUP!
“Such a gwood wife, Eren! Fill your bitch…grrruugghh…husband….with your big, raw dick…your uhgh—ooh—young…healthy sperm! Jam it deep in my sissy guttterrr…”
The pair of morally bankrupt “husband” and “wife” resumes breeding, on the desk, the floor. Little Eren is grabbing your ex-husband’s elongated udders, that you’ve stopped seeing long ago, with such force it physically hurts to watch…so painful it coaxes the piss from your penis. Yet, your ex-husband is moaning, clapping his fat hinds and snorting in animalistic, cock-raising bliss. You watch Levi grinds his bitch hole, spreading his fat juicy sex meat at the door, initiating filthy cum farts before his hole breaks into a strings of wet, muffled farts. Eren’s glans is plugging your ex-husband’s noisy old thing up, encircling the wild-smelling rim. You can see just how big that dick crown stretches your ex-husband’s hole, it horrifies you how your ex-husband casually tries to keep his hole plugged by playing tug of war with the brat’s dick. Under him is a fat pile of cum, almost solid from the sound it makes when your husband’s peeing on it, speaking in tongue while praising Eren’s little dick, praising how good he is at using a CEO’s bitch pussy.
“Milk. Come out milk…nhnl-ongh milk milk milk milk!” Eren cranes his neck to suck at both udders, ramming his raw dick into Levi’s spread bitch hole.
“Oouhh-ough-ouughh—you’re pissing in me…ohughh!!”
“Milkmilkmilkmilkmilkhotsteamymilk…shoot it in my mouth*churup*…Mr.Levi’s bitch tits milk!!”
You laugh at the kid’s desperation. Males don’t produce milk…What was the kid on about—
Ropes of milk bursts out, hitting the brat’s mouth and glides down his throat silky.
You bite back a yell, surprised that your husband could at all. But, there’s a lot to him you didn’t know.
”HIIIGHH—slllrrrrquulllch sllplplplrrttt nlllrup uh-oo-aarrh—uhh-a-a—aahhh—ioooouhh—ouughh—uhhh—oohh—oouu—OUGHHHHOOWHUUHHUU UH HUH UH ~UG~gyuh OOOHHHH aa-a-ouaaaoouughhh OOUUUHHHIIII!!! Ehgughooohghh ooh ohhh ohhh ohhh oohn oh onh oh oh ooghh oghh oghhh ohhh oough uh-uh-ooohh~ooh—ohh uh~uuhh~uh~uhuh OUGhhhoooGO HOOO HOOO OOHH OOH SLLRCH oh-oh-oh SSLUURCHUURRUUP UH~UH—UGHHHOOOHGGHH~!!!!
Your ex-husband’s hair is no longer neat. It’s more like a pair of cow horns after being used as handles and steered around the room, crawling on all fours while reciting his wedding vows to the greedy, vulgar brat. Your ex-husband’s getting his bitch pussy rammed and rawly raped to the point his filthy bitch udders were clapping loudly against one another like flesh cymbals. The insolent brat Eren is mistreating your husband, as if he’s really no more than some slutty hole for him to run his penis through. You watch Levi’s tongue undulate, hear him moaning throaty like a brainless cock whore. They stop in the middle of the room, where the brat withdraws his dick with a filthy “Sllrrchhup!” Your ex-husband starts playing Butt Charades, spelling out some awfully vulgar words with the movement of his fat butt meat. You see his dark hole puff out a few globs of cum, spreading across the little brunet’s hips like melted butter. The brat squeaks out “doggy sex!” And your husband starts swinging his hips, his spermless balls dangle back and forth, his big bitch dick swishes side to side, slapping his fattened thigh meat and making them ripple at the brat’s correct answer.
Eren quickly inserts his penis, stabbing your husband with his gross fat dick and grunts like a little beast.
“Pwquulllrruuchurup!” You hear them kiss with their lower bodies, hear your husband’s pussy teasingly kiss the boy’s glans. “One…two…One…two…feel my…cock…kiss…onghnnrghiihgh—Onee…twwwooo—-pwrcchurp.” You hear him heave out the count. “Pwwqulllrchhurp!” His butt meat’s walloping in the air as the cock kiss persists, greasy from their toilsome activity.
Your cock sow ex-husband groans deep and husky, bracing the wet, gurgling stretch and pees himself when the brat lodges it deep in his coiling, spunk-coated guts, painting it with a fresher coat of thick breeding sperm.
The brat continues abusing your ex-husband right in front of you, fucking his swollen shit-cunt in a brutal and unrestrained rhythm, putting him in a wickedly compromised position where he was raising his leg, holding the bed frame for extra support while his worthless dick was hanging vulnerable enough to get slapped around. Your ex-husband’s screaming like a male pig sent in for slaughter, clench his jaws until his neck veins pop as he braces himself for the kid’s violent hip thrusts; snot starts drooping out of his nose, his belly’s bloated and taut pink, pumped full with cum and expanded beyond its capacity.
Semen leaks all over the place, slipping out of your ex-husband’s swollen, brutally beaten anus.
You watch your ex-husband rocks his hip back and forth, grinding his fucked cunt with an ugly sow face before he slams himself on the kid’s raw pulsating penis, moaning while spasming, as if something inside him had burst. The sheen of sweat on his shapely body draws you in, but it doesn’t distract you from the truth.
You keep whispering to yourself, trying to wake up from this sick lucid dream. You’re unable to come to terms with the fact that your ex-husband is a hardcore cock sow who’s hungry for a veiny throbbing dick with youthful vigor that someone like you wouldn’t be able to satisfy.
“Fuck…ough…my wife’s co-cock~ohhrghrlllur~churup~!” Your ex-husband scoops out the cum from his fat gargling hole until his cunt was able to do it on its own. “Shllrrp—onghhh—qqulllrchh—flflflrpplplplrtt!!” His cunt meat protrudes as he flarps out a terrifying load. Your ex-husband continues pumping out those smelly cock cream until the kid gives him a loud spank on his reddened ass meat, signaling him to keep it inside. Once the fetid spunk discharge is put on pause, the kid furiously grabs your ex-husband’s spermless balls and kisses it, licking the grime from your ex-husband’s cock in worship.
They start sucking on each other’s tongue, snogging passionately right before your eyes, your ex-husband couldn’t stop himself from raping his own anus on that kid’s dick. He’s slamming down with all of his strength like he had trained years for it, a slam violent enough to make the nervy brat flinch and cum with a loud, broken cry.
You watch their balls press tight, squishing and separate with a thick yellowed spunk. Your jaws clench in anticipation, heart beating at a staggering rate as the moans and sloppy noises produced by their primitive tongue-mating progress, as if they were taunting you, laughing at you for letting a little slobbish pervert take your place.
“Huff—hoouh-f-f…uck hohho—oohghhh—grgrhnghh! Rape~rape~my~pig~hole!”
The brat’s provoked, huffing and puffing his little chest—licks those wine cork udders on your ex-husband for nourishment as the veins on his heavy balls pop and his cock aches. He takes one more exhale, his little hips snaps back at a sharp angle and—PLPTTHTH! ‘FUC-fuck!’ The little shit’s anchored deep in your ex-husband’s poor anus—he’s pummeling your husband’s anus like a mad bull and dials your pathetic ex-husband’s bitchgasmic pleasures to full volume!
“Uh-hu-ah-oough—nghnn-mmnhgh—uh-uh-uh-oh-oh-a-ohg-oghhggghnghhhrg—cum—cumming~!”
Your ex-husband’s bitch gutter shoots out fat ropes of yellowish curds, sticking to the small sweaty body standing behind him. He’s shaking from his humiliating bitchgasm, tongue out and mouth puckering like a swollen butthole, a disgraceful sight for a CEO.
“Breed-ough~nhgh-“SHLPLRP “ugh-hnnngrggh-your-ough-husband’s ugh-orgh-oh-bitch-ohg pussy” SHLUPTHPLPLRP”—breed—“SHLPLRP “Ough-oh-oh oh-breed-oh SHLPLRP PLRPWCHH ohohg“ QULLWRCCH “breed—oh-ugh-uorgh-my” SHLUPLRCH “old-ohg-ouh-filthy shit gutter—!”
Your ex-husband tries to escape, but the brat wouldn’t stop his thrusting even while your ex-husband is dragging himself to their bed. You saw goop hanging out of his hole, waving around like a perverted pendulum as the brat’s dreadful penis pulls out once the two find their way on the bed, where they first begin.
Eren puts his filthy dick up your ex-husband’s nose, letting him run his tongue along the shaft while he’s playing with his abnormally huge nipples that you haven’t realized were still spewing out threads of warm breast milk. Levi slurps his insolent dick up and down, top to bottom, his mouth extends to guzzle down any pubes that got stuck while the brat was pounding his ass, and the slurry of turds, piss, and cum that he neglected on the underside. You can see just how well and greedily his tongue scoops that filth. Your husband’s complaining how stinky and muddy the concoction was, but his useless good-for-nothing peeing dick and twitching feet speak for themselves. When your marriage was still fresh, your ex-husband had the same expression when he’s fucked out, but it wasn’t as intense as this. This current state of his was quivering in bliss, announcing his bitchgasm without any shame. Levi’s gloriously bitched out and squirting after being dicked by a penis worthy of his attention, his time, and his love.
You take a deep breath…taking it all in. Your ex-husband, who used to nag about finding pubic hair in his food now pees on the bed like a fountain, spurting cum and pee from all holes, adding a few balls-churning cum farts to top it off.
It’s not over.
His hole gurgles, pushing out a fat turd coated in clumpy white before expelling fetid fumes. Your ex-husband, Levi, is slurring his words like a braindead spunk-guzzling whore, cumming from smelling kiddie cock.
You look at your trouser, at your pitiful, 10-inch unsucked dick, hardening from witnessing a gross yet sinful spectacle.
You fled, ran like the shameful man that you are with the semen stain on your crotch as the sole evidence that you’ve cummed, cummed from watching the raw copulation of your ex-husband and the child next door.