Chapter 8

Lying on the bed and scrolling through the pictures on her phone, Sarah has been using Soul longer than me. She posted her first update in March last year, while I was recommended this app by netizens in November last year.

In every selfie Sarah posts, her face is almost invisible. It can be seen that although she has a hot heart, she is still very cautious online. Even if some of the photos she posts are very sexy and revealing, her personal privacy is well protected.

This is reasonable when you think about it. Sarah is at the age of desire and is single. She must be lonely deep down, otherwise she would not share her daily life on a virtual platform like Soul.

And in normal chats, she also confided to me on Soul as if I were a close friend how much she longed for a love that would go from holding hands to entering into a marriage contract, but her suitors just coveted her body.

Teacher Sarah, who has excellent appearance but still insists on her original intention of love, is a rare good woman in today’s society.

Time passed unknowingly. When I was still swiping the last selfie in Teacher Sarah’s dynamic, I found that the sky outside the window was dark. It was almost nine o’clock.

At this point, my aunt and cousin must be asleep!

I thought to myself, after all, there are still “hard dishes” to taste tonight!

While thinking, I got up and walked out of the bedroom. When I opened the door and passed the living room, I found that my aunt and cousin’s room was dark without a trace of light through the gap at the bottom of the door. I was happy that they were indeed asleep.

So, I can appreciate Teacher Feng’s work with peace of mind!

I went to the bathroom and flushed the toilet without washing my hands. I couldn’t wait to rush to my bedroom, turned around and closed the door lightly, and then gently turned the door handle to lock it, so as to ensure that there is no risk.

I went back to bed, took out my phone, plugged in my headphones, and couldn’t wait to find the video David sent me in the local folder.

This work of Mr. Feng is numbered IPX-776, and the title is also very exciting: The 10-day prison life of the ultimate master who ejaculates and ejaculates until the end, the flesh urinal of the body substitute, Kaede Karen

Although I don’t understand Japanese, the picture and text on the cover let me guess roughly. As David said in the morning, this is a film with the theme of sex slave training.

Sister Feng, with a graceful figure, kneeled naked on the ground, with a red collar around her neck. A silver iron chain went down from her neck along the cleavage between her two tall and plump snow-white breasts, passed through her flat belly and went around her back. The other end of the iron chain was held in the hand of a man in pajamas behind Sister Feng. Sister Feng pitifully grabbed the iron chain passing through her chest and made a meaningless resistance, which made the man’s desire to conquer her even stronger.

This picture occupies half of the cover, and the other half of the cover has nine small pictures put together like a nine-square grid.

There are pictures of Sister Feng wearing black silk and lying on the bed with her pubic mound erect and squirting.

There are pictures of Sister Feng raising her hips high and the white turbid liquid flowing out of her vagina covering her anus.

There are also pictures of Sister Feng hanging on a man like an octopus and being held in his arms and fucked.

There are also pictures of Sister Feng being pressed on the bed by a man, pinching her neck and fucking hard...

Very exciting, very cool, very explosive!

I really can’t think of any words to describe this epic masterpiece, Fenghualian.

My excited heart, shaking hands, and quiet bedroom at night, I hid in the quilt alone to enjoy this visual feast.

Every frame, every moan, every squirt, are all classics that cannot be missed.

Only the works of Fengjie and Mikami Ayu are worth my careful appreciation, and I never fast forward the progress bar.

When the heroine played by Sister Feng was imprisoned in the room of a gangster to help her brother pay off his debts, she had to serve the gangster physically. Although she was full of resistance, she was forced to obey the gangster’s request. After being sent to climax by the gangster in various postures, she unknowingly sank into the abyss of desire. In the end, she obediently succumbed to the gangster’s training. She was tied with iron chains naked and was led on all fours like a bitch. While crawling forward, she used her plump big fat buttocks to welcome the master’s back entry. She climaxed directly in the extreme thrusting, and squirted out the tide on all fours with her fat buttocks raised...

The film came to an end, but my heart could not calm down for a long time.

When I saw the actress kneeling naked on the ground, looking helplessly and pitifully at the man sitting on the sofa with an iron chain, my aunt’s figure suddenly appeared in my mind. In every frame of the AV, the actress’s face and my aunt’s face kept switching back and forth in my mind. I couldn’t help but put my aunt into the role played by Feng Hualian, and I put myself into the role of the actor.

The desire for incest taboo is so unprecedentedly exciting and strong.

If I can train Feng Hualian and my aunt like the actor in the movie, I would be willing to die.

The reason why I didn’t put my mother or teacher Sarah in the place of the role is that my sexual fantasies about them have always existed only in my imagination, but my aunt is different. Last night, I accidentally saw my aunt’s naked body. Although it was just a glimpse, it has been deeply imprinted in my mind and will never be forgotten.

I was thinking about all sorts of things in my head. The picture on my phone froze and the movie ended. If it were usual, I would have ejaculated long ago, but I don’t know why I couldn’t help but imagine the picture of my aunt. I felt that the picture on my phone was not as exciting as the scene of my aunt sitting naked on the floor in the bathroom last night.

I turned off my phone, hid in the quilt, exhaled a long breath, and then opened the quilt. The coolness from all directions hit me instantly, but it couldn’t extinguish my desire and boiling blood.

My aunt’s figure and appearance are no less than Sister Feng’s.

However, my aunt’s maturity as a wife and her blood relationship with me are what Sister Feng doesn’t have.

It is precisely because of this that Sister Feng’s masterpiece didn’t make me ejaculate.

But the desire deep in my heart has been seduced out, and my whole body is hot and my heartbeat is the proof.

My aunt’s bedroom is next to my cousin’s bedroom next door. I wonder if my aunt, who is separated by two walls, knows that my nephew has improper thoughts about her?

I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. My desires were not vented, and my little brother in the lower body was not satisfied. It seems that tonight will be another sleepless night.

Under the desire, I took out my mobile phone and opened the secret album. I opened the photos of my aunt’s clothes taken in the bathroom last night. I was excited and had desires instantly.

I hurriedly got up and put on my slippers. After all, I don’t have the bad habit of putting my children and grandchildren in bed.

Because I wanted to do something bad, I didn’t turn on the lights in the living room, but took my mobile phone and walked out with the light of the screen.

When passing the living room, I accidentally glanced at the balcony. With the bright moonlight through the glass doors and windows, I saw the clothes hanging on the balcony, gently floating in the breeze!

That is...

My eyes fixed, and through comparison, I found a black shadow with a triangular outline hanging on the balcony. Isn’t that my aunt’s underwear?

Plop! Plop!

My heartbeat accelerated, as if it was about to jump out. I looked back at my aunt and cousin’s bedroom with fear and trepidation. After confirming that there was no movement, my feet walked towards the balcony uncontrollably. My mind was a mess, as if I didn’t know what I was doing at the moment. I pushed open the glass door gently, walked to the balcony, and looked up at the black lace underwear and lace bra floating in the evening breeze. They seemed to be waving at me.