Damon Prison World Pancakes の小説・ストーリー

Damon is there, his back to me, at the stove flipping pancakes or something domestic that looks way too hot on him. He's in boxers and a white tank, muscles shifting under his skin as he moves...broad back, those strong arms I've clawed at in my dreams for years. His hair's tousled, like he barely slept, and I know why. We didn't exactly whisper sweet nothings before passing out. 'Morning,' I say, voice low and teasing, leaning against the doorframe. He turns, spatula in hand, and his eyes drop straight to my legs, then up to where the shirt gaps open, flashing my tits. His jaw clenches, that familiar hunger flashing before he schools it.

“Don’t bring this up again. My pack cannot be led by such a vicious Luna. The way she looks now—it’s the Moon Goddess’s punishment.” I gestured to let David go, and leaned back on my chair. But no matter how hard I tried to force it down, the thought clawed back, again and again. Why had Katherine Dalton become this way? Anyone bullied her in the prison?

Not now Leah. By the time we carry everything to the table the smell of coffee and syrup has filled the house. Mom calls out, “Breakfast!” They troop in and Damien reaches for the pancake stack like a man who hasn’t eaten properly in weeks. He freezes, eyes wide and he looks at my mom confused. She raises an eyebrow. “Grace first.” He blinks then laughs “Right. Of course.” We link hands around the table. His palm slides into mine; it's warm and rough from whatever mysterious work keeps him away for so long. Mom says the simple blessing we always use.

As she gracefully moved through the motions, her mind focused on how she was grateful that Clayton would live to see another day, and hopefully many more. Returning inside the cabin, Camden's gaze fell upon Clayton, still fast asleep. She admired the peacefulness that graced his features, understanding the toll that yesterday's events must have taken on him. Wanting to ensure he had the undisturbed rest he deserved, she decided against waking him and quietly went about preparing breakfast. Rummaging through the cupboards, Camden's eyes lit up when she discovered a pancake mix. A smile tugged at her lips as she thought, "Jackpot." She swiftly gathered the necessary ingredients and set to work

I cried out, tasting blood. “You don’t eat, I make you eat.” I kicked the tray with my bound foot and it flipped, the bread and water scattered across the concrete. He raised his hand again and just then the door burst open. Dante stormed in, his gun already out. “What the fuck did I say about touching her?” Dante yelled at him. The guard opened his mouth but Dante didn’t give him the time as he shot him in the face. The body dropped like a sack as blood sprayed across my legs.

At that moment, he wished he could give her a kick to make her shut up. "Dad! Look, Mom made animal-shaped pancakes for me," Santi exclaimed, visibly excited. "That's great!" he said, lifting him up in his arms. "Dad, did you know that Grandpa snores? It's funny to hear his snores; they have a lot of rhythm." Everyone laughed, and René approached and took Santi from Bruno's arms. "So, it's funny to hear me snore while I sleep," he told the little one, tickling him.

Damian asked gently. Leo pulled away from me slightly, turning one eye toward Damian. “Yeah,” Leo said. “Do you have pancakes?” Damian smiled. It was a genuine, heartbreakingly soft smile. “I can make pancakes,” Damian said. “I make the best pancakes in the pack. Do you want chocolate chips?” Leo’s eyes widened. “Yes please!” “Okay,” Damian stood up. He looked at me. The suspicion was gone, replaced by a strange, melancholy warmth.

Damon wanted to make jealous the man behind all the threats he received from loving and having Keatton. “Show me your pussy,” said Damon. “W-Why?” “Just show me, son. Daddy wants to see your hole,” And so, Keatton pulled up his shirt, revealing his pink lips pussy. Damon opened it and saw how his seed is swimming inside Keatton’s hole. “My babies are enjoying your hole,” Keatton laughed. Damon sliced the pancake, and he shaped it into fries. He pushed it inside Keatton’s hole and dipped it onto the cum he deposited. “Now have your delicious and healthy breakfast,” as he fed Keatton the pancake dipped inside his pussy with Damon’s cum

Damon pondered before answering, "It's been a while since I've had your pancakes. I'd like those." Lydia's face brightened. "Alright, I'll make them now." She headed to the kitchen, her steps noticeably lighter. Meanwhile, Damon grabbed a change of clothes and stepped into his bathroom to shower. When he emerged, Lydia had just finished placing a steaming batch of fresh pancakes on the dining table. "Mr. Sumner, the pancakes are ready. Would you like to eat now?" she asked. "Yeah," Damon replied. He sat at the table and had just taken a bite when Spencer arrived.