“These pancakes are making my nipples hard.” Jesus Christ. Don’t look. Don’t even think about fucking looking. They’re probably not hard anyway. She’s saying that metaphorically. I slightly turn my head—because my head is uncomfortable, nothing more—and out of the corner of my eye, I spot a hard nipple. Motherfucker. Pancakes made her nipples hard. What else makes her nipples hard? Donuts?
