It was raining outside, and I just felt noisy, as if the dirty water from the balcony was hitting my heart.
It's boring for the old brother to say that. He is like a scumbag who lifts his pants and leaves after a one-night stand. Based on my understanding of my brother, he must have done this many times, but he just didn't tell me. He is good-looking, rich and status. I guess the men and women whom he has favored are proud to have slept with my brother. Those who want to get resources get resources, and those who want to get money get money. I will wait a moment. If I took a card out and stuffed it into my underwear, I would knock him over.
Seeing me in a daze, my brother let go and asked me: "Is there a lack of money recently? I just gave you pocket money."
I backhanded his head against the railing.
He looked back at me in surprise and innocent: "No, what's wrong with you?"
"Come here." I dragged him to bed, locked his neck from behind, quickly untied his belt with my right hand, and then took off his pants.
"Brother, I hate you this way the most. I used you to deal with me as if you were a mistress. You are a damsel, and you have to be fucked."
He was still wearing a shirt with two buttons on his upper body, his tie was loosely draped on his shoulders, his pants were completely pulled down by me and hung on one foot, I broke off his legs and pressed them up.
My brother was surprised for about two seconds, his expression became cunning and calm again, his upper body was leaning against the head of the bed, his leather shoes hung on his toes and swaying sensually, like a prostitute in a nightclub with black silk high heels on his toes.
"Want to get on with me? Would you do it, the hair hasn't grown even."
The heat of his talking swept across my face, my cheeks were hot, and my hands were controlling his two wrists so hard that he couldn't resist.
Why do people only have two hands, so I can't take off my own pants, which hand did my brother use to take off his pants when he fucked me
He laughed, showing two nasty tiger teeth: "I teach you, press me with one hand, take off my pants with the other, and use lubricant to harden my cock and fuck me."
I couldn't bear it just by hearing this, and my breathing seemed to be out of rhythm, heavy and fiery. I have never looked at my brother from such a condescending angle. His eyes are very curved and cocked. He laughs like a wrinkled stream. He may cry like stars falling into the sea. I want to carve me on his eyes. The name of my brother was made into a specimen and locked into a glass safe, so that everyone can appreciate his beauty, and he belongs to me only.
He buried his head in the socket of my neck and kissed all the way from the collarbone to the chin, silently arousing my sexual desire, leaving only a string of reddish marks, which would soon disappear.
My brother left a wet kiss on the corner of my lips, and a thick, lazy voice asked in my ear: "Have I said that your ass is very cocked?"
I stiffened a bit, and angrily changed my two-hand control to one-handed. Unexpectedly, one hand couldn't control him at all. He immediately turned over and pressed on me, and his left hand cut my wrists to the top of my head like iron tongs. I stripped off my pants and top neatly, squeezed my body between my legs, used lubricating fluid to push my huge scarlet sex organ into my back hole, and my screams echoed in the whole bedroom.
My brother slowed down and licked my neck and nipples like a prey. The meat stick smashed into the most sensitive point in my intestines. I couldn't help screaming, and he blocked it back with his lips.
"Xiao Yan." He called me as he fucked my hole.
I was so disgusted that I couldn't even speak the whole sentence, so I could only answer him twice.
My brother's eyes looked a little gloomy, and he asked me: "Would you like to fuck me forever?"
How can I admit that I am willing
The bedroom did not turn on the light. The dark light of the corridor lamp shone on us. The heavy rain outside the window hit the glass, leaving only the panting of two men and the sound of hip bones hitting the skin.
It's not surprising that he said a foul language or two when he fucked me, but I've never heard him say such a thing.
He said, "Xiaoyan doesn't like it, I just do it for the last time, OK, so I can eat."
My brother saw my eyes become more obsessive and crazy. Today he got out of control and got me out of blood. I saw the blood on the bed sheet and thought the fucking old beast had cracked my hole. He was scared into a cold sweat and couldn’t help thinking. Kick the violent perversion on his body.
"Don't move, be nice." He actually turned me over and slapped me on the bottom. A loud applause fell on my ass, hurting and humiliating, and after dozens of hits, my ass was swollen and painful.
He tossed me for more than four hours, during which he bit me except for fucking me. My nipples, waist, dick, butthole, butt and even thighs were red.
I begged for mercy and slumped in his arms with a slight spasm. He seemed to be abusing me. I vaguely knew that my brother had such a violent tendency, but he never showed it to me. He scared me today, not literally. It is to awaken my fears when I was a child, but he has always played the role of saving me. Although I am afraid, I still have to hide in his arms to feel safe. I am used to it.
He bowed his head and kissed my eyes, and coaxed helplessly: "Yan Yan is good to cry, I'm sorry baby."
I wanted to push this beast away, but he held me tighter.
The rain outside the window was accompanied by thunder that shook the leaves, and a flash of lightning illuminated the dark bedroom. I couldn't see anything. The common blood made me perceive a kind of oppressive pain in my brother's heart through the skin.
In fact, I also love him very much.
Soon the darkness returned to the bedroom, and I looked tiredly for his hand in the dim light, and I used my nail to cut out a torn red seal on the base of his ring finger as a ring.
"...Simply let us... fall in love, always perverted."