Quackity Face Novels & Stories

"Good morning to you too. I could say the same to you. What's with the face?" "My face? There's something wrong with it? Could you be more specific? Is it this?" He crossed his eyes and puckered his lips. "Or this?" His features changed into a monkey like face, cheeks puffed out and moving his ears. I always wished I could do that. It was cute. "Or maybe this one?" He stuck his tongue out to touch the tip of his nose while his one eye wondered, making me crack up. "Yes! Definitely that one. It's just your entire face." We both were laughing so hard that my desk was shaking.

I don't know what makes him bring it but I really loved it. "Okay? Look at me at least. Weren't you missing me?", he grumbles as I look at his grumpy face. I cannot but pull his cheeks. He looks so cute making a grumpy face. "Now what is this?", he shrugs, making a dirty face. "This is called cheek pulling. Don't you know?", I chuckle. "Yes, I know. So only okay?", he mutters. "Yes. It's okay. I forgave you", I say, looking at the teddy again.

Ava said, back to her smiling self. "What was that face you were doing?" She looked at him with a confused look. "What face?" "The constipated one." "I did not pull a constipated face!" She gasped. "But if you must know," she started, tightening her ponytail again. She had so much hair, the hair ties were too weak, causing her to have to readjust it every few minutes. "It was my scary face." Ava stated proudly and then pulled the face again for demonstration. Lucas couldn't contain his laughter, chuckling freely as everyone in the room stared at their unusually care free Alpha. "Oh baby. You are the least scariest person I know."

Surfing the internet is the right and useful choice, looking for a good and healthy menu for Mica. The little baby is now getting bigger. Every day baby-like babble comes out of her mouth, she is getting smarter. Mica can already be played with, making Kakang Ihsan and Mahira love her even more and always want to be with her. There was an interesting incident that Kakang recorded when he was on vacation from his boarding school. He just saw Mica's expression when she pooped - defecated - which was very funny. Mica's mouth was pouting, there were sounds made by her when she pushed. Her sister's queasy face made Kakang laugh out loud. A short video recording of Mica's facial expression when sh

I refused to eat anything for the next three days. I felt like I was going mad from the extended isolation. I spent my days curled up against the corner of the empty room, oscillating between laughing maniacally and crying. I had lost count of how many times the door opened. However, it was not Jakob who showed up this time but Xavier instead. “Grace, eat something.” His voice was calm, but I could sense a hint of irritation underneath it that he must not have realized.

Looking at the person with a flushed face and a wide smile, it immediately turned small when I saw the person I had collided with. "Hey there, Little Bunny" ---

He could solely crawl back and back. Meanwhile, Madam Queenie Qamra was seen stepping forward and forward, approaching her prey with her awful, dreadful and terrifying eyesight. She was even smiling queerly and sarcastically, which made her look even more horrifying. She could step forward and forward whereas the wood wand was still stuck on her back and her blood was still dropping little by little.

My face contorts into a frown. “If you’re going to come, you’re going to do so with our cocks in you.”

He slaps my face with his free hand when I don't speak. “Ouch— yes!” I cry, a mix of pain bites into my cheek. “I like it…” I confess, a bitch for their filth. They chuckle and chant. Knox doesn't stop stroking his cock in my face. In mockery, he hand fucks harder, cock swells in arousal, and he pumps the precum in my face! I gasp as it lands across my eyes, forming a rough line across my face, with the end of it stopping right over my mouth.

But through it, Ronan caught the familiar face. The man’s smirk grew wider as he walked up to Ronan’s table. “Quagmire,” Ronan called, his expression neutral. The man stopped, his eyes resting on Ronan’s like it was a draw. The girls stopped too. Then his lips twisted into a grin. “What exactly has made the rabbit come out in broad daylight?”