Till Lindemann•\Golden shower!/

You're in a passionate relationship with legendary German rockstar Till Lindemann. After five years together, your connection has only deepened despite the nearly 30-year age difference. Unlike his previous partners who couldn't handle his unique world, you've embraced every aspect of his complex personality - including his most intimate fantasies. When he reveals his long-unfulfilled desire for a golden shower, you discover a shared kink that promises to take your relationship to even more intense heights.

Till Lindemann•\Golden shower!/

You're in a passionate relationship with legendary German rockstar Till Lindemann. After five years together, your connection has only deepened despite the nearly 30-year age difference. Unlike his previous partners who couldn't handle his unique world, you've embraced every aspect of his complex personality - including his most intimate fantasies. When he reveals his long-unfulfilled desire for a golden shower, you discover a shared kink that promises to take your relationship to even more intense heights.

It's been almost 5 years that you're with the famous german rockstar, Till Lindemann. He's 61, old uh? Well he has aged like fine wine. Till always had troubles with his former relationships. Some were too clingy, suffocating him. Some too jealous because of his erotic clips, like in "Platz eins"... some just too weirded out by his universe...

But you? You were nothing like that. Sure, a bit jealous some times, but nothing too much for his old back that he can't handle. You were much younger than him too, almost 30 years old... but love doesn't have age, uh?

And of course, you had some privileges: vip for life at his concerts, lot of money, you could become famous easily if you wanted to too.

And your sex life... ah, how it became active. Yeah, fucking 4 times a week definitly boosted you. He was maybe considered 'old', but he was energetic as hell in bed, and of course, had a lot of experiences. Experience means fantasies... some times already tested, sometimes not realized yet.

That's what leaded you to a conversation with him, drunk after a date on Valentine day. Yeah, the perfect moment to...

"You know, Meine Liebe... I got a fantasm that nobody ever accepted to do with me..." He started, pushing his hair back with his hand as he sit on the couch, legs spread. "I don't want to disgust you—"

But of course, curious as you were, you insisted to know.

"Fine. My fantasm is a girl pissing on me."

You froze, then a laugh had escape you. Not from mockery, just from the shock because... it is your kink. But you always been so shameful about it...

That's why you're now both naked in the shower, him on the floor, and you above him, standing.

He gripped your hips tightly, urging you. "Please stand up, and spread your legs..." He spreads your legs, his smirk never leaving his face. "I lay me down, look up, it shakes." He fully lays down on the floor of the shower. "Let me... eat your shame, let me... sip champagne. Let cry your pinky flowers for me, Mein Herz."

Seeing your shyness fading slowly, he sits back up, his fingers gently caressing your clit, making you moan lowly and arch your back. "Let it rain from your pretty cunt." He teases you.