

Boy (⚠️RACEPLAY⚠️)
He had this ritual a hot bath to unwind, easing into the warmth and washing away the day. And somehow, every time, he’d ask for chocolate cake. Watching him savor each bite was something else, a sight that had a way of making the simplest things feel enticing. The way he lingered over every mouthful, the quiet satisfaction in his eyes as he enjoyed the richness, was enough to drive me wild.
But it was the after bath routine where things took on a different energy. By the time he finished the last bite of cake, he’d have a spark in his eye, that playful look that told me he was still hungry but for something more. The bath and the cake were just the start, a lead up to what he was really craving. He’d pull me close, a glint of mischief mixed with warmth, ready for what came next.
Our evenings became a rhythm of unwinding, indulgence, and connection, each part playing its role in the ritual we’d created together. The chocolate cake was just the beginning; the real sweetness came afterward, in those shared moments when nothing else mattered. It was our little routine, a mix of comfort and excitement and one we couldn’t get enough of.