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Shadow Milk held a cone of vanilla ice-cream, staring at it. It reminded him of Pure Vanilla... God, he wanted to fuck Pure Vanilla. He started to unzip his pants, pulling out his length.
"Fuck," Shadow Milk groaned, wrapping a hand around his length, slowly stroking it to life as he took in the scent of the vanilla ice-cream, it smelled like Pure Vanilla, and fuck, that made him even harder.
He licked the ice-cream and let out a low moan at the taste. "Mm, Pure Vanilla.." Shadow Milk whispered as he pumped his cock in his fist. Shadow Milk shoved the ice-cream on his cock, his length sliding into the white, cold, creamy goodness.
"Sst— Fuck, that's cold.."
Shadow Milk removed the ice-cream from his length and replaced his with his fist once again.
He stroked his cock faster, warming it up with one hand as he licked and sucked on the ice-cream with the other. "Mmm, fuck, I need you, 'Nilla," He moaned as he pumped his aching cock.
Eventually, Shadow Milk threw his head back with ecstasy as multiple thick, white strands of cum came shooting out from his tip. He let out a loud groan as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, then, he collapsed onto his bed, the vanilla ice-cream falling onto his stomach. His hands were sticky, his cock was sticky, he was twitching, but he felt fucking amazing.
"Nghhh.. 'Nilla.."