akrrrr, Newcomer report! ! Hello, seniors! I just entered Uncle Fox's pit, wondering if he really loves legs?

iFox (group leader), Uncle Fox?Quin Fox was already going to be called Uncle?

akrrrr, emmmm, uh...I was 20 years old now, and Quin Fox was 34. Was it right for me to call him Uncle Fox?

iFox (group leader):. . .

akrrrr, Group owner, was he really a leg control? I think the people who had Couple with him were all with long legs over 180. Is he looking for people with long legs...

iFox (group leader), How would we know what Quin likes in that respect. Let me emphasize that there are many girls in the group who hit Couple, no matter what Couple they are, didn't fight in the group.

akrrrr, emmmm...

[I saw Quin Fox! ! ! ]

Rickey Brown typed these words, rubbed his eyes and hesitated for a moment before deleting them.

Forget it, forget it... he finally chose to turn off the phone and keep silent, first because he didn't see if the person in front of him was Quin Fox. And second, there may be no people in the Facebook group at this time. Besides, Rickey disliked the tone of the group owner's domineering and censoring fans. The most recent record in the group was two months ago. It is conceivable that Quin has few active fans, not to mention that most of the group members are Quin's Couple fans.

Rickey had just had a few beers with two friends, two depth bombs, and three cocktails. He walked out of the bar and swayed, raised his eyes and saw that the figure not far in front was somewhat familiar. Rickey didn't see clearly, and even felt vague about what clothes the other party was wearing.

Rickey didn't drink well. When he was dizzy, a voice popped up in his head: Is that his male god Quin?

No way, was it really Quin? Rickey raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, his cheeks were hot, and his thoughts were unwilling.

Who was Quin? It was a male god, his god.

Rickey had been a fan of him since he was eleven and has been his only fan for eleven years. Twenty-two years old this year, Rickey's "half-life" worship had been used on Quin.

"You... go back first, I have something to do temporarily." Rickey waved at a few friends, his eyes kept glancing in the direction where the suspected male god had left.

"You drink so much, what are you going to do?"

Rickey didn't answer the conversation, and he was "warning" himself: The act of following was too immoral. How can following be something a good young man does? ? ! !

The reason said no, the body was very honest, although Rickey "refused with my heart", but...

"Okay, I've followed up."

"I can only blame the legs for being too long and not under the control of the head."

"What a shame..."

Rickey sped up while grumbling mentally.

Europe, Belgium, Bruges, a small city that has not yet undergone extensive tourism development and retained European characteristics.

Rickey studied music in Europe for four years and just graduated with the best grades. According to his musical knowledge, it was not a problem where to go for further studies.

Three months ago, Rickey was still hesitating about postgraduate application after graduation, but now he wants to return to US with all his heart, because...

This trip to Europe was a graduation trip. After the end, Rickey would say goodbye to this continent where he had lived for several years.

The day and night scenery of Bruges in summer was very different, and the antique atmosphere during the day added a layer of noisy at night. The bars in the city are full of sensuality, and the intertwined covetousness was full of dewy sentiments left by tourists.

Rickey wore a white short-sleeved shirt with a pair of gray-black wool shorts underneath. The length was above the knees, and a pair of black casual sneakers stood under her feet, looking like a youthful student. After drinking, his cheeks were slightly red in the moonlight, and his vision was blurred and he couldn't see clearly.

The suspected male god sped up a few meters ahead, then turned right.

Rickey couldn't help but follow, taking advantage of her natural long legs, and following closely every step of the way.

Soon it was another right turn...

After a few minutes, turned right again.

Wait...Turned right, turned right, turned right...

Ok? Stopped, didn't worry, waited a moment...

Why did this street corner look so familiar? Did I stand at this intersection as soon as I came out? How do I feel going in a circle? how...

"Come here." The deep and beautiful voice was a bit aggressive, like a falcon with outstretched wings, like a lion on guard.

When Rickey heard the sound, his whole body trembled. He was too familiar with this voice. Even if Quin left few interviews and interviews, most of his songs were sung by others, but who could not remember the voice of his male god?

"That...wait..." Before Rickey could speak, his whole body was surrounded by a pair of powerful arms, and he was dragged into the dark place aside.

"Where's the equipment?" The other party couldn't help but let Rickey lie on the brick wall, pushing his thighs between Rickey's legs to prevent him from moving.　

"What did you take a sneak shot?" The other party used his warm chest against Rickey's back, seemingly embracing him, but it actually made him unable to escape.

The slender and powerful fingers went down Rickey's shoulders, dropped to the waist and abdomen for a while, and then began to touch down again in the next second, thigh roots, pockets, Butt...

Wait, butt?

"Huh?" Rickey groaned in his throat, nervous and afraid to move, the alcohol he just drank rolled back and forth in his stomach, rushing directly into his head...

He smelled some faint smell of tobacco, mixed with male hormones, full of attractiveness and sexual tension.

Was it Quin? What was he doing?

Didn't...Didn't touch it...so embarrassed, went down...

on...

Can't go down...really can't...

Can go a little further...

a little bit...

"What about the equipment?"

Rickey swallowed and took a deep breath, feeling that the opponent's hand stopped on his thigh, and the look seemed to be on his...

? ? ? Was the male god peeking at my ass?

"I didn't take a sneak shot, I..." Rickey pushed the wall and turned around, turned around and was stunned. The remaining half of the sentence was stuck in her throat and could not be said.

Although this was not the first time the two met, he had never thought that he could look at Quin so close in his life.

Rickey swept across the slightly stern brow bones, followed by calm and melancholy eyes full of artist temperament. The long eyelashes made those tricks more energetic, and the deep handsome features were accompanied by the precipitation of the years, just like the gods in Greek sculptures.

It was so good, I didn’t dare to look...

Rickey quickly slid his gaze to the stiff bridge of the nose, swallowing saliva and couldn't help but look at Quin's slightly opened lips...

Why was it so sexy? Really sexy...

Calm down, why was the crotch a little tight...

"Answer me." Quin frowned slightly, this frown had even more power to reverse sentient beings in Rickey's heart.

"What?" For a moment, Rickey questioned the authenticity of the moment. After all, the alcohol was too much for him, did he have an illusion?

He raised his hand and slapped him in the face...

The hand hurt a little, it seems to be real...

"What are you doing?" Quin was startled. The boy in his early twenties in front of him trembled and was drunk...but the slap came hard, "You... are not a paparazzi? Then why are you following me?"

Quin took a step back, pulling the distance between the two of them. He was dressed in casual clothes and had an elegant posture. A single look could lift a wildfire. Quin calmly looked at Rickey who was smirking against the wall, his eyes focused on his waist and legs, "Answer me, why are you following me?"

Rickey's only remaining sanity seemed to be transformed from his consciousness, standing beside him and saying: It's too shameful, look at your crotch...

It's not my fault... Rickey swallowed her saliva, looked at Quin and said, "I want to sleep with you."

Sanity roars, ''What are you talking about? You usually don't even say a word with strangers, and dare to say anything to the male god after drinking some wine? Follow me quickly!''

"Do you know me?" Quin's eyes were wary, and his voice was wary, "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, Quin."

Sanity couldn't wait to slap Rickey, ''Don't be ashamed, you forget that Quin is a principled person, he doesn't sleep with fans!''

That's right, thanks to the reminder... Rickey smiled at reason, then looked at Quin and said nonchalantly, "But I don't fan you... I like Fred Bush, I'm his true love fan."

Who was Fred Bush? That was Quin's ex-boyfriend, also the lead singer of Quin's former band, and even a popular idol, the favorite of the entertainment industry.

Sanity slapped his face, What are you talking nonsense... Whatever you do, I'm leaving!

At the moment when Rickey was given up by reason, he felt the joy of fully releasing himself, "I want to sleep with you and spend the night in your hotel room."

Although there were not many fans of the male god, more than one can't change his status quo of not being popular.

If you can hide your fan status in order to be eligible for "pop", what else can you hesitate?

All fools knew what to do...

Was this the wrong choice?

Regarding Quin's principle of "never sleeping fans", this was an anecdotal rumor that only true fans know about, and it is quite dramatic.

Quin formed a band when he was around 20 years old. There were many widely circulated works, which were very smashing at the time. But the band did not survive the exhaustion period, and it was disbanded after four years due to some force majeure. At that time, they caught the last train of the glorious rock and roll era, so they also left traces in everyone's memory.

The band was gone, and Quin also went behind the scenes. The entertainment industry was realistic and ironic. Exposure, character set, variety show gimmicks, these things that had nothing to do with talented works can bring popularity and value. Quin didn't like these, so he only focused on music for ten years, and the connection received few media interviews.

There were fanatic male fans who were willing to pay for Quin's popularity to buy traffic, or even invest in making music, just to be able to spend a good night and enjoy the sex.

Quin flatly refused and said, "I'm not interested."

When the male fan heard that Quin was "not interested," he cried out: "There are always reports of you and celebrities in the media. You had slept with so many people, why can't I?"

In recent years, Quin has been the "darling" of the entertainment news. The stars of other people were constantly working. On the other hand, Quin was mostly peachy reports, with irony in his words.

But this situation was not to blame for Quin, because his scandal target was either a popular idol artist or a new-born young meat. Each was responsible for traffic. It was no wonder that the low-key Quin can't escape the media. Those shots were aimed at Quin, but they wanted to take pictures of celebrities who had an affair with him and win the page.

The media liked to intervene in the private life of this genius musician. It seemed that only this kind of erosion can match the rock temperament and his seemingly "depressed" ten years.

It was ridiculous.

Quin had retreated behind the scenes over the years and had made a lot of popular music, and had participated in the products of several independent music studios. All the works by Quin, with a strong personal style, always made people shine.

Popular celebrities and fresh meats, whoever had cooperated with Quin called "teacher" disrespectfully, or even paid a lot of money to ask him to do the production.

However, Quin's mouth was very loud, and no matter how much money he was not interested in, there were only two words, "not accept".

More than that, Quin had also been promoting rock music in US, and will hold joint rock band performances every two years at his own expense, aiming to let more and more people hear their voices...

These...the media couldn't see it, it seemed that things with no report value didn't need to exist, it was blind!

You had slept with so many people, why can't I?

The problem of male fans was reasonable, after all, there was not much more than one...

Quin thought he was a true love fan, and gave an extremely open and responsible answer, "You have slept with so many people, and everyone is comfortable. Fans have other affections in their hearts, which are more than "comfortable". It’s too heavy, and I’m very grateful. So I don’t sleep fan, nor can I sleep fan.”

These words made the male fan cry, and while tidying up his broken glass heart, he shared Quin's original words with the fan group, and left a "comment", We were really in the sect of the gangsters. "Daddy", others were more "brothers" than him.

No one in the fan group responded, and most of them cursed "idiot" in their hearts.

After this male fan incident, Quin's true fans in the group gave him a label, "Never Sleeping Fans".

"Following you just want to sleep with you and spend the night in your hotel room." Rickey's trousers were tight and uncomfortable at the moment, and her legs were so long that her legs were subconsciously pinched in the middle. "I have nowhere to go at night, so... "

Quin didn't listen carefully to what he said, but felt that although the young man had long legs with an excellent proportion of flesh and blood, his behavior of setting up a tent on the street was very unsightly. Although it was a foreign land, no one knows who the two are, but a little pet that seemed to need to be trained and tamed is facing him, always feeling extremely inelegant and imaginative.

Quin leaned a step closer to Rickey, using the shadow of his body to block him.

There, "You stand up."

Rickey was taken aback, and blinked at Quin twice with his big eyes open, "Okay." He stood upright on the wall, his feet were unstable, and he staggered into Quin's arms, "Um..."

Quin took advantage of the opposing body's body, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the young man in the moonlight, with red lips, white teeth and delicate eyebrows. Rickey involuntarily hugged Quin's waist, his fingers were trembling, he raised the corners of his mouth at the male god, his lips were flushed lightly, and his cheeks became more tender when he was sexy, and people couldn't help but bite.

"I can't stand, what should I do?" Rickey grabbed Quin's cotton top and rubbed it back and forth, deliberately feeling the chest muscles under the fabric...

He had a good body, looked like a clothes rack, how did it feel so good to the touch...

No more, it was harder...

"What are you doing with your hands?"

"I haven't done anything, I just can't leave, what should I do..." Rickey frowned in distress, her delicate cheeks showing some shyness. Even if he was drunk, he still wanted to find a place to sew in. How could no one remind him that the alcohol would make him drunk? Why didn't you follow "Sense" as soon as possible?

It was not ashamed...

But since it was already like this, can you be more shameless? Life was long, and there may be a chance to see Quin in the future, but he would never have a chance to sleep with the goddess...

Rickey swallowed, clutching Quin's chest clothes harder.

Alcohol made people bold, and he raised his head slightly, not even daring to look at Quin's eyes.

Rickey licked his lips and slowly moved up to touch the corner of Quin's mouth...

Even if it was pushed away in the next second, it would not be in vain to "Hide fan status"...

Who knew...

"How old are you?" Quin pinched his chin before Rickey's lips came up, forcing the two of them to look at each other, "Why don't you dare to look at me..."

"I..." Rickey knotted her tongue and bumped the deer on her left chest. He felt that Quin's fingers were strong and sexy, rubbing against the skin of his cheek, every streak was very clear.

Quin put his arms around Rickey, and looked at his weak legs. He was unrestrained in sex, and lived his life free and easy. His only hobby was to play with each other's legs in bed. Those who can leave marks on Quin's bed over the years were all long legs over 180, which showed that it was difficult to get rid of his bad taste.

"Why didn't you speak anymore? Didn't you just say...want to sleep with me?" Quin's breath slowly hit Rickey's cheeks, and another burst of heat rose up.

Quin just rejected the three foreign young men's gestures at the bar. He didn't like the body whose hair hadn't faded, and he didn't like the proportions of European and American people.

As for this in his arms...

Rickey swallowed, and couldn't help but fight for the corner of the male god's mouth, "I...want to kiss you now."

In a foreign country, Quin didn't plan to slay meat on other people's borders before he came, but these legs make people...

"Baby, you want me to get you back after a drink?"

"Yes." Rickey had already implemented the strategy of giving up completely on herself at this time, breaking the pot and falling, "Dare you dare to...take me back?"

What to do, this "baby" is so nice...

The male god turned out to be an old hooligan...

Shameless!

But I really liked...

Quin crossed the noisy street with Rickey in his arms, and the foreigners on both sides saw that the Asian men behaved intimately and greeted them with a smile.

When he went out alone, Quin chose a retro hotel in the small town, and went up the spiral staircase. The room was facing the bustling center.

He took out his room card and opened the door, the wooden floor creaked, and Quin grabbed Rickey's arm and pressed him against the wall on the side.

The darkness in the room made Rickey's heart tremble, "Can you... turn on a light?"

"You like to light up..." Quin turned on the light at the door smoothly.

The light came down from the top of Rickey's head, and that delicate and handsome face was completely exposed in Quin's sight. His fanning eyelashes floated up and down, and there was a bit of alcohol and excitement in his eyes...

Quin lowered his head and leaned over to kiss him, licking the lines on Rickey's lips along the corner of his mouth little by little, filling it with saliva.

Rickey raised his arms around Quin's neck, and deepened the kiss unruly. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but smirk. Intuitively, in the next second, he would be sent to the hospital because his heartbeat was too fast...

"Baby, let's go to bed and I will help you take off your pants."

Go to bed now? Will it be a bit faster? It's too straightforward...

How to do...

Okay, already followed into the house...

The steps moved, the lips and teeth intertwined.

The breath vomiting seemed to be a tranquilizer for Rickey, soothing that anxiety.

Quin held his tongue and sucked his lips, regaining the initiative to kiss, and at the same time stroked his back up and down to calm his emotions.

Rickey's brain was empty, and only felt that everything was too unreal, why did he roll with the male god?

Too happy, too lucky...

Were we really having a sex...

Rickey's fingers slid across Quin's chest, a powerful heartbeat under his palm, and the muscle lines made him inexplicably excited.

Quin held Rickey's hand down until he reached between his legs, "feel..."

Rickey's arms drew back subconsciously, but he was firmly grasped by Quin, and his deep and sexy voice sounded in his ears, which was as silky as silk, slowly dripping into Rickey's ears, "Hidden? What did you say just now? "

"No..." Rickey shook his head, his cheeks burning so hard that he felt uncomfortable, "I...what can I hide?"

Quin said in a sexy and intoxicated voice, "First help me untie my pants, I'll help you take off my pants later..."

Hmm... it felt so big and thick through the fabric...

Rickey took a deep breath, his heart sinking manually...

Oh my god, it was hot...

He lowered his head and glanced at it from the corner of the eye, and the front part was slightly upturned, pushing up his underwear. That weapon was more vivid than all the G movies that Rickey had seen, and he was eager to try it.

"Satisfied? Why are you still secretly watching?" Quin held Rickey's ears, and his tongue broke into the inner ear to tease. "Is it my turn to see you?"

Why did the male god ask such a shameful question? How did people answer...

Or, let me look at you again...

---

Let me take off your pants...this was a necessary stage of sex.

As a leg controller, Quin liked this part very much. The process was like opening a gift. Layer by layer, until the veil was completely lifted, revealing the true face.

He was lying on the snow-white bed sheet with Rickey in his arms, unbuttoning the button with one hand, and pulling down the zipper.

Rickey took a deep breath, raised his hips nervously, and reached out to grab the belt of his pants. Quin's gaze hit his skin, a little bit painful, a little hot, making him involuntarily nervous, and he didn't want to lose the battle at this time. He was still worried, and his heartbeat became more and more intense...

Without turning back the bow, was all this going to happen? Really... it was going to happen...

...

"Don't worry." Quin was condescending, grabbed his hand and patted twice, with a deep and sexy voice. After speaking, he bowed his head and kissed Rickey's lips, "Take your time, there is time."

The shorts on Rickey wrapped his hips and abdomen, with beautiful lines that completely blocked his thighs, "I'm not...in a hurry."

Quin looked at his knees, calves and then to ankles. He felt that his eyes were bright and beautiful, but he did not expect to take off his pants. The white thighs made the lines smoother and more harmonious. This "gift" far exceeded Quin's expectations, and not only made him think: Unfortunately, after tonight, I was afraid it would be difficult to meet such a desirable "baby".

Quin remained silent, but his eyes kept walking around Rickey.

"What?" Rickey was staring at him at a loss, raised his head and took a look... Damn, I forgot that I was wearing a pair of cartoon-patterned underwear today.

Rickey subconsciously reached out to grab the quilt on the side, wanting to cover it quickly.

"Nothing," Quin grabbed one of his legs, pressed his lips to his calf with his head sideways, and kissed softly, "I think your underwear is very sexy."

"This is ... I..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Quin suddenly possessed her arms around the back of his neck and pushed her tongue into his mouth forcefully. He thought he talked too much and disturbed the atmosphere, "I was wrong, you are sexy."

"What, you said... um..." Rickey was startled, his whole body was so hot as he was kissed, and finally was completely ignited by lust. If it was said that there was some unreality of "dreams and shadows" before, then every inch of skin contact brought a tingling sensation like suffocation, like tens of thousands of ants crawling in the heart, itching hard to bear.

----

Rickey's cartoon underwear was faded to the base of his thighs, and Quin deliberately left the rolled fabric on him.

"Uh..." Rickey involuntarily let out a moan that was almost "shy" when he reached the place behind her fingers, and the ending sound turned thousands of times. He obviously had no experience of the feeling of this foreign body invading.

Quin was stunned for a moment, "The first time?"

Rickey nodded subconsciously, then shook his head, "No...no..."

Quin raised his hand and slapped him on the thigh, "To be honest."

Rickey shrank her body and groaned "wrongly", "It hurts, don't hit me..."

Hearing this in Quin's ears, the genitals under his body increased a lot. He looked at Rickey with eyes full of lust, leaving a faint red mark on his white skin, making people just want to drill into his body.

The body "soaked" by alcohol was very emotional, and Rickey quickly panted and began to get used to Quin's invasion. There was an extra finger in the back alley, and Quin held the stubborn erection, pushed it between Rickey's thighs, and slowly moved his waist, while the delicate skin of the thighs started after a few strokes, turned red.

While expanding, Quin dripped lubricant on Rickey's legs. The sex organs were hot, the liquid was cold, Rickey couldn't stand the torment of the alternation of ice and fire, and reached out to pull Quin's wrist.

"Relax," Quin hugged his legs in his arms, moved a few more times, and then leaned over to fold Rickey completely in half, hugging him tightly, "Baby, you are too tight, you have to try to accept me."

His voice was fermented in Rickey's ears, and the stoutness of his erection reached the entrance. Rickey raised his head and took a deep breath, then felt completely possessed...

The sex organs go deeper and deeper, even the lines on the stem are very clear.

After an encounter, Rickey's spring dream finally came true.

The night had just begun.

"Ah... uh... woo..."

The pleasure of the body slowly slowed down, sometimes liked being thrown out of the clouds, sometimes like falling into the abyss of a thousand tribulations.

Rickey raised his head, exposing a swan-like neck, trembling to a climax, and shot on her lower abdomen, stiff and trembling like a puppet, silently enduring the joy and pain brought by the pleasure.

His body seemed to be out of control, and the stimulus from his spine twitched his fingers, and his back acupoints clung to that one one by one.

Quin pressed his legs, slammed into his thighs after doing a few hard strokes, rubbing against Rickey's scrotum, and pounding his thighs.

"Don't..." The prostate behind the scrotum was violently contracted due to orgasm. Quin pushed it from the outside like this, and couldn't help making the tide surge more violently. The genitals that had just defecated in the front end slowly began to slow down again. "Woo... Don't... uh..."

The rough umbrella body slammed into the deepest body in one dose, completely filling Rickey's body. The process of pulling out brought a little sense of emptiness, and then the more violent fucking made him suffer, and he couldn't help but clamp it tighter.

Quin served him, his fully opened body and his tightly clamped legs.

At the moment of ejaculation, Quin pulled out his genitals and removed the condom, and sprinkled all of it on his thighs along the Rickey crotch, as if the male creature left his own taste in the place he was most satisfied with.

Quin dabbed his fingers with the semen, drawing circles back and forth, leaving his satisfactory paintings on his slightly trembling thighs.

----

Rickey closed his eyes groggy, and there was only one voice in his heart, the male god deserved to be called "Cannon Quin" by the media.

Unexpectedly, Quin suddenly pinched his ankle, took his calf and kissed him twice, "Change posture..."

What? ? Wasn't it over? ? wait...

Don't move, wait a minute...

I... uh... slowed down...