Stick it up your -
"Good job kitten," Jingwei's breath rustled a few of the loose tendrils of Xue Ning's hair at the side of her face. Xue Ning held her breath, pressing her lips together, trying not to moan at his words, or at the feeling of his weight pressing more strongly against her hips, rocking with the sway of the kneading.
It was all too easy to think that this was how Jingwei's hips would move if - when he fucked her open.
They continued to work in heavy, expectant silence, and Xue Ning was all too aware of how Jingwei was still hard underneath his pants, despite the two of them being still completely clothed.
"How do you know when it's done?"
"The dough turns stiff." Jingwei said with a knowing smirk, pressing his hips closer.
"That's… that sounds about right," Xue Ning said breathlessly, pushing back against his cock. "It certainly feels harder…What do I do?"