Tae moved through the modest village kitchen with deliberate grace, his curvaceous frame filling out the flimsy tank top that clung to his heavy breasts and the loose shorts that rode high on his thighs. At twenty-four, he had lived here with his father-in-law for nearly two years while his husband worked in the city, sending money home but leaving Tae aching for the rough touch he craved. The older man, Jihoon, was fifty-three and still broad-shouldered from years of farm labor, his gaze always lingering on Tae's body with undisguised hunger. Tae knew it and played into it every day, choosing clothes thin enough to reveal the dark outlines of his nipples and the curve of his ass, bending low over counters or the garden beds so Jihoon could stare at the way his shorts pulled tight over his plump pussy lips.
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