Dandy Crying Novels & Stories

he said. Our daughter looked confused by Damian crying and she reached up and patted his wet cheeks like she was trying to make him feel better. "Dada happy?" she asked in her little voice. Damian laughed through his tears and said "Yes baby. Dada is very happy. These are happy tears." "I didn't know you could cry," I said. "I haven't cried since I was a kid. Not even when Vanessa left me. Not even when my business almost failed. But hearing her call me dada just broke something open inside me," he said.

“Use it to wipe your tears.” Diana quickly took a few tissues and covered her face with them. “You're so ugly when you cry,” Alpha Darren said. By now Diana didn't care about her appearance because she just wanted to let out all her sadness by crying. But without her knowing, Alpha Darren was actually very worried about her. “You don't even make a sound when you cry,” Alpha Darren said quietly, but it could still be heard. “I'm not telling you to stop crying. Just keep it up if it brings you relief and tell me later why you're crying.”

DAISY "Fuck... You fucking know I can't help it" Daddy groaned, a snap in his tone before he suddenly turned me around. I gasped at how sudden it was but smiled right after. The smile didn't last long though as he wasted no time in pulling up the dress I was wearing to reveal my panties. Pulling the dress up enough for it to be in my face, he whispered roughly into my ears. "Open your mouth" I did just as daddy said, opening my mouth and letting him stuff my mouth with my clothing. I bit down on the dress, holding my dress up for him as he moved his hand back down to my panties.

I opened my mouth to say okay again—but then his voice dipped lower. “And Daddy’s gonna wipe those tears away with his dick.” I choked. Like actually choked on my own breath. The tiniest little laugh ripped right out of me, halfway between a sob and a wheeze, and then I covered my mouth with my hand as more tears spilled down my cheeks, but I was smiling now. “You’re such an asshole,” I whispered, my voice wet and shaking but laughing, because only Damon would say something like that while I was literally crying in the street. “I’m serious, Damon.”

Daddy's eyes widen at this, and his brows furrow almost immediately as he steps around his desk, opening his arms for me. Quickly I run into his arms, sobbing and wailing loudly. Daddy strokes my hair, "There, there. My beautiful pup. My soon to be Luna. What's wrong? Why are you crying." I sniffle, acting like I'm about to talk, "I--------" Then I choke, crying even harder. I've learnt Daddy can not stand my tears, especially when I start to 'choke' on my 'tears'. He pats my back in quick succession, "Calm down. Tell me what's wrong. Do you want new jewelries? Serving girls?"

She got down from him and wore her shirt then manik said. Man: I can't wait to fuck you.. I am eager to enter your small and tight core.. How it feels when I move in and out of ur small core..Baby I can't control.. Nandu now can't control and started crying very loudly..Manik smirked and asked.. Man:baby why are you crying..Are you turned on..Do you want me to fuck you now.. I don't mind..But nandu didn't stop..He got angry and shouted..

His lips were pressed together, he had that calculative look in his face, his pale grey eyes sparked with restraint, but unlike myself who was battling tears, there was none in his eyes. Damon is not someone that just cries about anything. The only time i had ever seen him cry was in grade eleven when he lied to his mum about dropping his younger sister Flora off home before he went to Cedric Lennart's party at the same time Flora got missing. His mum had locked him outside and told him not to dream of coming back in till he found his sister who also ran off to play rebel with her teenage boyfriend. "I do not want to break up."

"Why are you crying. Get up." Dita wiped her tears and turned to the person, it turned out that he was her husband, jay. Dita immediately stood up to look tough "What are you doing here? Don't you still have a job?"ask Dita while smiling. "Don't smile, I was just passing by and saw someone who had so much weight that she was crying. It was you."Jay answered while looking at the restaurant next to them. Dita lowered her head and said. "Sorry, I don't have much weight. It's just that I want to cry, someone must want to cry just like that for no reason."

Cordy spoke at length, her tears gushing as she did. Dicky's heart ached for his mother as he watched, but his father just wasn't responding. He won't be able to take yet another departure from his daddy, let alone his mommy. Nonetheless, Dicky quietly hid his tears—his mommy was already badly hurting, and he didn’t want her to feel more hurt because of him. "Mommy," he called out to her. "Yes?" Cordy replied, subtly wiping away her tears.

"Hahahaha, what the fuck is going on? Why are you crying like a three years old baby? Did I say something wrong?" "This is just a tears of joy, fucking idiot!"