The foreplay with the calligraphy brushes could only be described as maddening. The sensation of every fine, silken bristle gliding across his body was already more than Julian Sterling could bear. By the time Ethan Caldwell flipped him over, lifting his rear to allow the two calligraphy brushes to stroke against his buttocks, Julian's legs were trembling uncontrollably.
He had to tense his entire body, his hands fiercely gripping the soft velvet fabric just to temporarily keep himself from collapsing completely. Julian Sterling's eyes were hazy and thoroughly clouded with mist, his mouth slightly parted as it emitted a stream of embarrassing moans.
"Mhm... please don't..." Julian Sterling shook his head, tears sliding down his cheeks. His buttocks were naturally sensitive on a normal day, and now receiving such deliberate, special care made the sensation truly unbearable.
