Liantiange, Release. Unlimited

Author: aaaav
Word count: 20214
Speaking of SM, like most of my friends, I started with a foot fetish. The foot fetish complex is really amazing. I can’t remember exactly what awakened my foot control heart. The specific time is also vague. I think it was around the fifth and sixth grades of elementary school. At that time, the foot fetish complex was the simplest. During class and doing exercises, I always secretly glanced at the feet of the little girl wearing sandals with my eyes, and nervously observed the movements of the surrounding students from time to time. Although I don’t know why, I always knew that this hobby should not be placed in the sun. Now thinking about how cute I was at that time, I can feel satisfied just looking at the little feet of my female classmates. At that time, I was limited by my age and environment, and I actually couldn’t get in touch with real foot fetishes. I just bought a VCD at home, and my dad often rented it to watch. I also watched a lot of Hong Kong movies along the way. The ghost movie that impressed me the most was called Ghost Mansion, which is undoubtedly a bad movie in today’s eyes. There is also Leslie Cheung’s A Chinese Ghost Story, in which Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen meet, the bookish student Ning Caichen falls into the water, Wang Zuxian stretches out his feet and Leslie Cheung grabs it. To be honest, the scene and music matched with this plot are simply indescribable. It directly hits my deepest obsession with beautiful feet. Maybe it’s because the desire has been unsatisfied. At first, it was just a pure foot fetish, and gradually developed. In junior high school, I began to be interested in everything about girls. This should be my initial preference for gold holy water and other things. Every time I go to the toilet after class, I will pretend to glance in the direction of the women’s toilet. Unfortunately, I can only occasionally see some girls whose waists are blocked by the partition wall, and while they are pulling up their pants, they are talking and laughing with their girlfriends who are going to the bathroom together. Such an imaginary SM career ended in the summer when I was 13 years old. Speaking of which, the first time most of my friends really felt SM should be from shallow to deep contact from foot fetish, but I was just different. My first real interaction with SM started with heavy-tasting gold…and the source of gold was my cousin. When it comes to the word cousin, I believe that many gay men feel charming in their hearts. Whether it is Lin Daiyu or Wang Yuyan, or the H text that everyone reads, the word cousin is the most beautiful image of a woman. Not to brag, my cousin has been praised by everyone since she was a child, and everyone will give a good sign when she sees it. Friends may not believe it, so I will post a few photos later. To make a long story short, my cousin is my aunt’s daughter, one year younger than me, and her nickname is Shanshan. That summer she came to my house to play. My house is a very simple structure with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.Because the house was built earlier, many of the facilities in the house are old. Among them, the toilet in the bathroom is broken. We all know that broken toilets are very common, and the parts in the water tank are easily damaged. Speaking of this, my friends already know the story I am going to tell. Maybe you will sneer and say it is old-fashioned, but in fact it is true. The old-fashioned plot also comes from life. Shanshan stayed at my house for three or four days. The reason seemed to be that my aunt and uncle had something to do. I can’t remember. There was no air-conditioning in the house at that time, and a big mat was spread out in the living room every day. I have forgotten the specific situation at that time. I just remember that my sister went to the bathroom after eating watermelon, and my heart became hot. This is a scene that appeared in my masturbation, but when masturbating, the protagonist is usually the cute girl in our class. I have already made plans in my heart. It was the watermelon that broke my stomach, and I needed to go to the toilet. My sister could only ask me to wait a while, and I stepped on the floor cunningly to show that I jumped up anxiously. Sure enough, after a while, I heard the sound of my sister stepping on the trash can to throw toilet paper. I hurriedly urged her, but she didn’t seem too embarrassed, and told me that I was about to flush. Ashamed, it seems that it is very embarrassing for others to see the poop. My appearance is very realistic, at least my sister believed it. I eagerly grabbed her shoulders and pulled her out of the door. I went into the bathroom and closed the door. The bathroom was filled with the smell of washing powder and shower gel, and of course it was more of the smell of a little girl’s stool after going to the toilet. I was squatting in front of the toilet, with my hands on the toilet seat, and I could still feel the warmth of my sister’s little PP sitting on it. Looking at my sister’s poop piled up quietly in the toilet, the top one was half floating and half submerged in the water, the part exposed above the water was oily and shiny, and there was a thumb-sized piece of poop suspended under the water surface. From today’s perspective, my cousin’s golden color is very good. It is what everyone often calls banana poop. It is neither dry nor thin. It is golden in color and less than two centimeters thick.Very tight, condensed from thick to thin into a sharp point. Looking at the stink in the toilet, I was very conflicted. On the one hand, this has been fantasized in my heart for a long time. To be honest, I have dreamed of beautiful women’s poop in my dreams. On the other hand,