That 1 his waist protruded

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I stroked Zhang Qiushu's less-defined abdominal muscles, and asked slowly: "You said the day before yesterday that you were tired from gatherings and cleaning, and you will start exercising tomorrow. Today you said that work is exhausting and tiring, and you will start exercising tomorrow."

Zhang Qiushu trembled under my hand, with a good attitude: "I was wrong."

"What are you afraid of? I can't do anything to you."

Zhang Qiushu didn't speak, maybe because he didn't dare to speak.He does get a little scared of me sometimes.

"Or are you expecting me to do something to you? For example, if you don't exercise, I will meow your day?"

I touched Zhang Qiushu's Adam's apple, and Zhang Qiushu gave a cheeky "meow".

I frowned, "You don't expect this kind of punishment game, do you?"

Zhang Qiushu blushed under my gaze.

Come on, silence is better than sound at this time.

I touched my chin, "I also really want to follow this trend and do some intimate things with you. In fact, I was thinking about it when you had to rest in bed and let me take care of you. But now I want to urge you to take care of yourself." exercise."

"I hope that in the future, we will support each other and go on..." Having said this, I paused, waiting for Zhang Qiushu to answer.

"We will." He took my hand.

Sure enough, he didn't disappoint me, and I continued, "Instead of me taking care of you, you're in charge of bed rest, you know?"

Zhang Qiushu was wilted.

"You are only 38 years old. Have you ever thought about how many years you will have to work at your desk until you retire? Sitting for a long time hurts your back. No one who works in a sedentary posture dares to say that he always has a correct posture and never leans forward or bends down. "

"So, go ahead, it's always time to exercise today. I'm not asking you to do it every day, at least three times a week. If you're off from Monday to Thursday, I'm going to push you on Friday to Sunday."

Zhang Qiushu nodded. There is no yoga mat at home, so he can only do exercises on the bed under my supervision.Fortunately, the mattress is relatively hard.

Seeing his pitiful peeping eyes at me, listening to his slightly heavy breathing due to activities, I pursed my lower lip and secretly licked the corners of my mouth.

Cute, want to day.

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I don't have enough physical strength to make him a train lunch, but I can make a similar pose to satisfy my ambition.

For example, hug him face to face, let him sit on the window sill, with his back against the glass... The small balcony and the bedroom have floor-to-ceiling windows, but the upstairs study and the downstairs office both have window sills of appropriate height.

Yes, I haven't given up on that idea yet.

Isn't the fun in life just finding things for yourself?

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Zhang Qiushu is no longer the Zhang Qiushu who often goes to the gym.Keeping him simple with his exercise routine is now a matter of intimidation.

However, he seems to regard the life of "coercion and temptation" as a kind of interest, and around my threat of "meowing you every day", he made an agreement with me that he will keep exercising at least four days a week, reaching For the next week, he will be in charge of the bed, and if the standard is not met, I will be in charge.

I don't know if he underestimated the inertia of human beings or found an excuse to admit that he wanted to be raped.I didn't dare to ask - I was afraid that he would become angry with embarrassment.

It turned out that when I came home from get off work on Friday, this guy was waiting for me at home.

I mean, the handcuffed kind, wait for me.

He was wrapped in a bathrobe and his hair was still dripping. He knelt on the bed and looked at me, feeling like he was in a hurry.

"Fortunately, we caught up." He smiled softly and had a serious expression, not at all looking like he was preparing for a shame play.

My mind buzzed for a while.

eat him...

"Hmm, are you quite enlightened?"

Zhang Qiushu asked back: "Don't you like it?" Having said that, his expression is full of confidence.

I laughed and took a towel to help him wipe his hair, "Do you mind if I don't change my clothes or take a shower? I can't wait."

Zhang Qiushu seemed to let go more than I expected, he shook the handcuffs, "As you wish."

I have to admit that he is really good at talking.

I grabbed the lubricant and stuffed it into my clothes pocket, picked him up and walked towards the study.He was a little panicked, but because the handcuffs couldn't wrap around my neck smoothly, he had to grab my collar.

Fortunately he caught it from the front.If it came from behind, I would have suspected that the force was trying to strangle me.

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Zhang Qiushu swallowed, and sat on the ten-centimeter-wide window sill with his back against the cold glass.Because the buttocks can only touch a little bit, I have to lean on me.

And I had fun admiring his sudden flurry of breaking rhythm.

I flipped the handcuffs, "Why did you remember this joke?"

"Thinking of punishment, I can't help but think of a scene."

"Then it fits the occasion." I grabbed his hand and raised it over my head to stick it against the glass, and leaned over to bite his lower lip. "It's great that you have the consciousness of being punished."

Zhang Qiushu smiled wryly, "I thought I had it."

"Oh?"

"Now I feel that my awareness is not enough."

He was cowardly.

"It's late." I reached under his bathrobe and squeezed his ass.As expected, there is a vacuum underneath the bathrobe.

Zhang Qiushu trembled.

I used to be good at riding, which is another sense of being "on top".Thinking about it this way, I seem to have always had a better waist than this dog man.

"Raise your hands all the time, are you tired?"

Zhang Qiushu nodded, pitifully, "The key is on the bedside table."

"it is good."

But I don't need the key for now, just let him put his arms around me.Zhang Qiushu's two arms were on my shoulders. He seemed to want to hug me, but he couldn't do it because of the handcuffs, so he was lost.

I kissed him on the lips and praised: "You are so cute."

Zhang Qiushu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "As long as you like it."

I suggested: "I'm not interested in props, just study the uniforms next time."

Zhang Qiushu looked away, and sneaked another glance at me.

I encouraged him: "You can see what I wear if you want." I understand, there must be some sweetness.

Zhang Qiushu blushed all of a sudden, and his ears were red.He seemed to fantasize about me wearing something weird?

Zhang Qiushu nodded.

I touched Zhang Qiushu's smooth and tight thighs. Although I didn't touch the important parts, I saw him standing up tremblingly.

"Today is my home game, isn't it, Xiao Qiu who took the initiative to put on handcuffs? You have been arrested." I laughed.

Zhang Qiushu regained his composure and composure, and asked me back with a half-smile: "The charge is stealing one's heart?"

"No, it's too vulgar." I retorted, and twisted the little red bean on his chest, "The charge is prostitution in the daytime, and it needs to be punished by training."

Probably because I was reluctant to make a heavy hand, Zhang Qiushu just narrowed his eyes.

I had no choice but to bite his chin, "Well, I don't know how to train, I can only talk."

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