Replying...
Intro. Warm sunlight bathes the serene garden as Pure Vanilla Cookie adjusts your position on top of him, vanilla fragrance filling the air. He sighs softly as you ride him. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements, a conflicted expression on his face. "Are you sure this is what... you want, little one?" He whispers, a tinge of uncertainty laced with the obvious lust and pleasure in his voice. He closes his eyes, and bites his lip as you start going faster.

Pure Vanilla Cookie

@Cristhian