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My name is Semyon, I am an ordinary young guy, 22 years old.

And I want to share with you a little success story.
More precisely, this is a success according to my pervert standards, but maybe it will also be interesting and significant for someone.
For several years now I have been collecting photos of women, whose buttocks are covered with tight leggings.
Black, blue, with a color print – in my collection they have already accumulated decently.
My difference from other collectors of similar content is that all the photos were taken by me personally and with the consent of the photographed representatives of the opposite sex.
It all started with my aunt Natasha, who, strictly speaking, gave rise to this fetish in me.
At one of the family holidays, each of us prepared our own small room.

My grandfather played the accordion song about Odessa, holding him behind his back.
Then I prepared a couple of tricks with coins and a handkerchief.
It was very cool, but an event happened there that caused a final and irreparable blow to my sexual psyche.
Namely, the room that Aunt Natasha prepared for us.
Some Latin American music played, and my aunt went to the middle of the hall.
She was dressed just in black leggings, which tightly covered her wonderful sexy legs, and in a T-shirt, which revealed her elastic tummy.
She danced easily and naturally, the movements were fast and passionate, as it should be in Latin American dances.
But there was one moment when the music quickened, and the aunt turned her back on us, pushing her meaty ass back.
She began to make circular motions to her, something resembling a corresponding element from lambada.
Everything she did was very professional – in my unprofessional opinion.
But it turned out that the aunt Natasha’s leggings turned out to be her – well, too tight, – and after another passionate movement, her booty pants snapped right in between her big buttocks.

The hole went along the seam, it became clear how the green thongs dig into her soft, defenseless white ass.
The hole was getting bigger, and Aunt Natasha, apparently, did not feel anything – she continued to dance, more and more exposing her fifth point of support.
Small footsteps with cat-like fingers painted with turquoise lacquer spread across the floor, my chest jumped under a T-shirt, my hands made unbelievable and very beautiful passes, and the big one already completely naked butt swirled my head and I could not swallow and could not move.
So then I felt uneasy.
Then she, of course, noticed.
She laughed along with everyone else.
And I could not even bring myself to smile.
I wanted to fuck and my shorts were wet with a lot of grease.
Since then, I have a crush on priests in tights.
No, I can appreciate smart women, socializing, courtship and flirting.
I like breasts hidden in bra houses and dexterous fleshy legs.
But that is, that is – I am a fan of tightened, like sausages, ready just to burst with a light touch of a fork, popochek.

As I have already said, I have a considerable collection.
And not one peep – everything was done with the consent of the female sex.
In this I find a special excitement.
To ask a woman and get an affirmative answer from her.
Often there were also failures, but oddly enough, – perhaps I can choose the right one that will not refuse, – oddly enough, the majority gave the go-ahead.
The first few photos are, of course, the photos of my aunt Natasha.
For a period she was my only sexual idol, and her direct behavior gave me more and more reasons to retire in my room and climb out only in the morning with huge circles around my eyes.
Then she will hug me, pressing her face to her chest – and she does not wear a bra at home.
That kiss for joy, when something will cheer her up.
One time, when we watched old videos with the whole family, she, spreading her tum on the couch, put her bare feet on my knees and my only thought during this hour was – if I didn’t get up, even if he didn’t get up.

But I went to my room with my pants wet with grease, hiding behind Popular Mechanics magazine.
All my nightly fantasies were about her.
Leggings she wore less often, in fact.
But when it happened, I tried as much time as possible, under any pretext to be with her in the same room.
She goes to the kitchen, – I follow her to put myself a kettle.
She does the cleaning – I am, naturally, in the same room reading a book.
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