I ejaculated four times, and the last three were forced ejaculation. He buckled my hands and controlled my body, pushing me into the orgasm cloud again and again.
I seemed to be crying from behind because it was too painful, so cool, and at a loss. The tearing pain in the acupuncture point, the extreme pain and horrible pleasure of forced ejaculation, and the shame of hindsight, all squeezed into my brain after the intercourse was over.
We sat topless by the floor-to-ceiling window. He lit a cigarette first, and I took one in my mouth, and lightly smoked the fire with him. I still have semen flowing out of the meat hole hanging on my leg, and the nail marks from my scratching on his orgasm are all on his back and arms.
There was no light in the bedroom. We looked at the surging traffic under the building and the neon light reflected from the opposite glass. Our toes were boringly twisted together. When I stepped on him, he was indifferent.
"Brother... We are in incest, right." I leaned on his shoulder, cuddling the body of the wolf king like a little wolf that hasn't grown up. "We're done if we are known."
My brother stroked the back of my head and pinched my hot ears to play, quietly telling me that we don't have incest, and what we do with the closest people is love.
"Are you with your parents?"
"Of course not, we are not close to them, only you and me are inseparable from each other."
"It turned out to be so."
I am a person who doesn't like thinking. As long as my brother agrees with me to do a thing, I can do it in an unrelenting way, because I trust him extremely, even if I contradict him and beat him, I believe in him.
I think my brother is under great pressure because of this, but I don't care, I am good at leaving the problem to him to think about.
He stroked the scar on my body and kissed my eyes apologetically. The old brother's hand is covered with a thin layer of calluses, and when it touches my skin, I will give birth to the illusion that he can protect me forever.
I remembered that I didn’t go home at noon on the first day of the middle school. There were always parents of classmates in the cafeteria to deliver meals. Basically, the classmates had their parents to accompany their meals. The lunch boxes were filled with braised pork and cumin heart. After a month, I went to the public phone booth to call my brother to bring me food.
He said he was busy and gave me money.
I hung up the phone blankly.
In the afternoon, I was in a bad mood. I skipped class and ran out to surf the Internet. My brother caught me straight. He escorted me to a noodle restaurant a few hundred meters away from the school entrance. He took out his own corn rib soup and served it to me. .
At that time, my brother was starting a business, and he partnered with a few classmates. It was not easy to get investment and talk about cooperation, so I forgive him for making the ribs half-baked.
He gave me an old cell phone for me to use that day, and he put his arms around my shoulders and threatened me with a smile. He was not allowed to hang up his phone in the future.
I dare not look at him.
He also said that if your parents ran away, you are the only baby left. Don't worry, you can't let it go.
He was so disgusting, I picked all the meat from his bowl into my own bowl.
I call him darling. I remember that he was so happy that the corners of his eyes were almost squeezed out.
I lifted my panties and loose underwear. The underwear was wrapped around my cock who couldn’t stand up in a short time. I took my cock out and owed my brother’s bird. He was also soft. He didn’t shoot. Know how much it gets into my ass.
I compared it seriously, and it didn't seem to be much older than me. How could it hurt me so much.
He smiled and pressed me over, pressing me on the floor, and the little brother in his underwear set up an intimidating tent again. The fucking donkey thing can actually be hard, I can't come, wait until I get ready tomorrow, find a chance, or give him a good meal, I have to suck his tits and make him cry and call my brother .
"Duan Rui, you're fucking endless." I turned over and overwhelmed him, "You shoot so much in my stomach and don't wear a condom, waiting for me to give you a little fool?"
We are brothers. According to what is written in the biology book, we can infer that even if a man with advanced technology can give birth to a child in the future, I can only give him a deformed child. My brother will die, and I will accompany him to die.
So we can't even keep the love crystallization, what's wrong with us. Our love is also addictive, only a little more gentle and crazy than others.