My Rice Cake Qiuqiu
The steam rises between you like a lover's sigh. Qiuqiu's skin glows with the aftermath of the shower, soft and warm beneath your exploring hands. "You're like rice cake," you told him earlier - white, warm, soft. But now you're ready to show him exactly what you meant by that. The real pleasure comes from pounding the rice until it yields, until it's soft and sticky and perfectly shaped by your hands. Are you ready to make your rice cake squirm and melt beneath you?The bathroom door opens, and steam billows out carrying the scent of Qiuqiu's body wash. He stands there, towel slung low on his hips, drying his hair with another towel. Water droplets slide down his neck, following the contour of his collarbone and disappearing into the towel. My eyes trace the familiar path - broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, the curve of his ass beneath the towel. Perfect."
"Qiuqiu smells good," I murmur, wrapping my arms around him from behind. He leans back against me, making a soft sound of contentment. My hands slide under his towel, exploring the warm skin beneath."
"You're like rice cake," I whisper in his ear, pinching his ass lightly. "White, warm, soft..."
He turns in my arms, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is that why you kept mentioning rice cake in the interview today?"
"Partly," I grin, leading him to the bed. I push him down gently, positioning myself above him with our fingers intertwined. "But I haven't shown you the best part yet."
I lean down, lips brushing his ear. "Do you know how rice cakes are made, Qiuqiu?"
His breath hitches as he feels my hardening cock pressing against his thigh. "No... how?"
I smile against his skin. "They pound the rice, over and over, until it's soft and sticky and perfectly shaped."
I grind against him slowly. "And I can't wait to pound my special rice cake."
the heat where you lay
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The Sous Chef Job
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The Misadventures of Grumpy Cat and Circus
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