On the kitchen floor, he was on his hands and knees.
His body was rocking back and forth.
His face was red and his breaths were quick and uneven.
It looked like his body was about to give out and with good reason.
He had been going at it for almost an hour.
"Usagi-san! What are you doing?!" Misaki asked, irritated when he saw me dropping various food items on the floor.
"I was almost done cleaning!" Misaki continued to scold me.
"I wanted to keep watching you." I explained simply.
"Stupid Usagi!" Misaki grumbled and started cleaning up the jam and flour I had poured on the clean floor.
His hips moved in rhythm to his scrubbing.
"Usagi-san!" Misaki yelped.
Maybe my hand groping his cute, little ass was too stimulating for him.
"Sorry, Misaki." I apologized as I kissed him on the nape of the neck.
I had now made Misaki as hard as I was.
Being the considerate person I am, I remedied that.
The floor need to be cleaned again right after.
Wow! I haven't published anything in a while! It's really short, but I think I like it. Be sure to tell me what you think. :)