Julian had experienced so much pleasure that he was in a haze. He wanted to answer the man, but when his mouth opened, apart from soft moans, only his slightly protruding tongue could be seen, making him look even more wanton.
Perhaps growing bored of playing with the calligraphy brush, the man thrust the brush straight into the small entrance, one hand simultaneously pinching and rubbing a nipple. The other hand held the brush handle, mimicking the motion of intercourse as it pushed in and pulled out.
"Ha... please do not, do not... mhm!"
Julian's body trembled violently, and the area below secreted even more fluid. When pulled out, the brush tip soaked in juices would gather together, gliding against the fleshy walls to create a maddeningly ticklish sensation that demanded something to crazily thrust inside. But when pushed back in, the brush tip would splay open, each fine bristle piercing the fleshy walls and bringing a numbingly painful sensation.
