page33 (1/2)

He cracked so across his kitchen, he saw Belle still on theseat, staring out, watching the world go by She was so beautiful, so a, and in some way, her father and this piece of shit Mikey had tried to ruin that

Every tiht she had with herself He hated it

Getting back to his pancake batter, he added in sorabbed a pan

Pancakes, like waffles, were a personal favorite of his He did have to enjoy his with lots of ware, be poured most of the bottle into a saucepan, and placed it on low heat

Next, he got tothe pancakes

The scent lured Belle to hi as he flipped each small pancake

He made the entire batter, and that made for a lot of pancakes He used two pasta bowls, and piled the pancakes up into ters, finishing it all off with a knob of butter, and drizzling lots of maple syrup so it pooled in the bottom of the bowls

“Wow, that’s a lot of syrup,” she said

“I have a sweet tooth”

Carrying both bowls to the table, he put them down, and before Belle could sit down, he held out her chair

His stoue, he was in heaven Well, food heaven He still loved the taste of Belle’s pussy

He watched as she ate Every now and then, he caught sight of her tight nipples pressed against the front of his shirt

It didn’t exactly help the state of his arousal

He covered his erection with the apron he’d quickly pulled on to do breakfast The one taste he’d had wasn’t even enough to sate his hunger for her He wanted her again To feel her tight cunt wrapped around his length

Taking another bite of his pancakes, he couldn’t look away froht here on this table

He finished all of his breakfast, and she left a few pancakes

“That was delicious” She licked her lips, and he thought about how good her lips would look wrapped around his cock

He reached out, taking her hand He ran his thu into her eyes