[R18] Brother as husband – “Brother as Husband” Chapter 32 [English]

32 is about to fall out h (be careful when it comes to props)

Yan Jing looked at the hem of the embroidered brocade skirt in her hand. The material that had been scratched for a long time through the flower grotto had already become wet. In Yan Luan’s horrified eyes, he brought the wet area to his nose playfully and sniffed.

“It smells so good, Aluan is so wet.”

“You! You’re so disgusting… ugh, you’re crazy!”

Seeing He’s fascinated expression, Yan Luan was so ashamed that her empty lower body was in Yan Jing’s control. She had long given up the hope of being let go, gritting her teeth and trembling.

“Why, you want to be with your second brother, but you don’t want to be with me?”

He’s voice was suddenly cold, and his handsome smile was a little dark. He stuffed the skirt in his hand back to Yan Luan’s waist, and his eyes fell on the pen holder on the desk. He stretched his long arm to pull the large pen holder from the cold stone in the distant mountains, and the row of brushes on it swayed back and forth.

Yan Luan was shocked by what he said. Obviously, when he came back that day and saw what she and Yan Tao were doing, he immediately wanted to die…

“What are you going to do?!”

Before he had time to mourn for himself, Yan Luan watched as Yan Jing took a brush from the pen holder and washed it in a blue and white porcelain jar filled with water. The brush, which was as thick as her middle finger, was still dripping with water, and moved it between her legs.

“This is new, don’t be afraid.”

Hearing the meaning of he’s words, Yan Luan was so frightened that he shouted: “No! How can such a thing be allowed to mess around? Get it away quickly!”

But the only reply to her was Yan Jing’s deep laughter. The legs she tried to close were forced open by him. The wet brush soaked in water and the unknown soft tip began to sweep between her flowers.

“You said you didn’t want it, but the water started flowing even before you put it in. Ah Luan is a little liar.”

The pointed soft hairs were different from a man’s fingers. When they were brushed against the slightly hard clitoris, a sour and numb feeling suddenly arose. The more Yan Luan moved, the more bone-piercing the feeling became. Not to mention that Yan Jing maliciously rotated the tip of the pen at the opening of the hole, which made her legs feel numb from the itching.

“Yeah! Take it away quickly, I…I don’t like it!”

The sensitive little flower grotto was already soaked by the messy brush. Yan Luan could not help but twist her waist slightly, trying to suppress the rising desire. However, Yan Jing saw the right opportunity, holding the long brush, and inserted the soft end of the brush into the mouth of the flower dripping with mucus little by little.

“Uh… no, don’t put it in~ It’s stuck!”

As soon as the brush penetrated into the flesh slit, it was not difficult to enter, but the soft hair at the end of the brush was folded back along with the vaginal fluid as it was continuously fed in. A few semi-hard long hairs were mixed among the messy soft hair tips, and they were stuck in Yan Luan’s delicate vaginal flesh. The thorns made her whole body tremble.

Yan Jing’s behavior was slightly insulting. As soon as the brush was inserted to the bottom, it thrust several times in the corridor and then inserted it deeply into the deepest part. Yan Luan’s beautiful eyes were so sharp that she burst into tears.

“Look, Aluan’s pussy doesn’t loosen even when she bites the pen. Is it too thin? Do you want to add a bigger one?”​​

He even used his fingers to pluck the brush tightly wrapped in the flower grotto after loosening it. The brush that was stuck in the tight vagina only shook slightly and did not fall down.

Yan Luan sobbed, frowning like smoke, biting her lower lip, and with the last insertion of the brush as thick as her middle finger, it touched the heart of the flower. She only trembled slightly, and the semi-hard bristles in the deepest part of her pricked her lower abdomen with numbness.

The moist inner wall made of white jade that had been rubbed hard against the pen grip was against the soft flesh. The cold jade quality gave Yan Luan the illusion of a world of ice and fire.

“Brother, please take it out quickly, I can’t do it any more~ Ouch!”

Although this writing brush is not thicker than a man’s penis, the texture is novel after all. The pen tip makes her flower heart tingle and drips with wetness, allowing her to feel the stimulation beyond the man’s glans.

Looking at her crying and pathetic appearance, Yan Jing felt pain in her crotch. She pressed one of Yan Luan’s legs on the table, held most of the exposed tail of the pen without mercy, and started thrusting and spinning.

“Ahh~ no more! Don’t turn around, brother! Ugh~ I can’t stand it anymore!”

The brush had just been thrust into the soft tender hole, and suddenly he was stimulated by the gentle rotation of the brush. Yan Luan was completely swallowed up by the terrifying bone-eroding pleasure. His scalp was numb and his spine was tense, and his delicate cheeks were flushed.

“Aluan’s pussy is extremely wet. No wonder my second brother says your pussy is coquettish. It turns out you prefer rough treatment, huh?”

Seeing that Yan Luan was being rubbed so charmingly, Yan Jing was caught off guard and pulled out the brush that was disturbing the flower pond. What followed was a large amount of warm mucus. The crawling posture allowed it to flow smoothly down the roots of her thighs, and instantly the room was filled with the scent of obscene mucus.

“Ouch!”

Lying on the table, Yan Luan felt that her sore hole was empty, and the liquid spreading down her legs made her shamefully hide her face between her bound wrists. Now she finally knew what the girl in the painting was inserting into her hole…

That small black slender stick, isn’t it the wet and shiny brush in Yan Jing’s hand?

“Tsk, tsk, Aluan has damaged big brother’s new pen. It looks like I need to replace it.”

He glanced at the pen holder with deep eyes. This time he chose two large and thick pens, which he would only use when practicing calligraphy. After cleaning them in the water tank next to him, he pointed them at the girl’s warm pussy filled with the fragrance of flowers again.

“No! No more of that! Brother, please!”

She always felt that Yan Jing was intentionally punishing her. Under her begging, the new brush touched the mucus flowing from the center of her legs, and then he inserted it gently. In an instant, her pussy was enlarged a little more. Not only was there no sense of satisfaction, but it was even more empty!

Yan Jing pushed the brush into her hole, while stroking Yan Luan’s little feet. She smiled deeply and said, “A-Luan’s screams are really wild. My elder brother can’t help but want to fuck you. But I’m not as big as your second brother, so I can’t satisfy you. I’d better use a brush. I’ll have enough fun later, and I’ll have a bigger pen.”

Yan Luan’s eyes suddenly widened!

She knew this man was angry!He indeed heard what he said that day!

“You… you are a stingy person!” Not only stingy, but also perverted!

“Am I stingy?” Yan Jing was not angry. She only raised her majestic thick eyebrows, inserted the pen in her hand to the deepest point, pressed Yan Luan’s trembling back, and hummed softly: “A Luan can really hurt people’s hearts.”

The brush that was suddenly inserted into the flower grotto was much thicker than the previous one. The sharp bristles made Yan Luan’s calves weak. When Yan Jing let go of her hand and was about to fall out due to excessive wetness, her tender flesh twitched subconsciously and sucked the slightly heavy brush body.

Yan Luan took a breath of air, this feeling was so exciting!

“Oh, it’s about to fall off. Ah Luan needs to hold it in your mouth. If it falls out, you need to replace it with a thicker one.”

Yan Jing smiled and put the brush in again. Unfortunately, the girl’s vagina was too wet. As soon as she let go, the brush stained with semen flicked out and fell to the ground with a splat.