Danny Phantom And Jack Frost Novels & Stories

she gasped, the fantasy blurring into desperate reality, her body craving their possession. But they weren't done. "Call in Frost," Santa grunted between thrusts, and the door cracked, another elf, Frost, 26 and built sturdy from hauling ice blocks, slipped in, his cock already hard and huge, rivaling Santa's in length. Shy in daily life, Frost's eyes darkened with long-suppressed desire for Dory, the girl who'd shared quiet lunches with him.

Nancy suddenly wondered aloud. I did suspect him once, but then I’ve never been more glad that they aren’t the same person. “The first time I saw him, yes, but then I confirmed he’s not,” I answered confidently and gave an end to the speculation. Damon and my phantom couldn’t be one person. “Girl, this is getting worst.” Nancy warily stated, and I totally agree with her. “I know…” Both of us fell into silence, mulling at the thing that I could possibly do in this situation. That is until she stands and breaks the stillness around us.