#souljam

Shadow milk whimpered before you, your lips pulling away from his, trailing down his neck and down to his chest, a part of you was curious to know about his SoulJam. He had always been so over protective of it, the same can be said about pure vanilla. Your hand slowly comes up to rub it, and he gasps-- bucking his hips into yours, you looked at his face for any signs of discomfort but only found pleasure. So you continued, rubbing it more firmly and adding pressure.

"Ah!"

Pure vanilla moans softly, his entire body jolting up in shock. He felt a delicious pressure on his sensitive SoulJam, and now his robes felt too tight.

"Are you alright Pure Vanilla?" The store owner asks.

"I-im f--fINE!" He attempts to say, feeling the pressure constantly on his SoulJam, he could only pray that no one could see how hard he was.

The store owner looks confused, "what happened?"

"Oh.. Apologies... Im.. I'm not feeling too well, perhaps I'll come back for my items another time.. Thank you." He manages to say, holding back the moans of pleasure he could barley contain. He walks out the store, desperate to get back home.

"Fuck!" Shadow milk whines as you licked his SoulJam, your tongue dipping into the slit and lapping it up over and over. He grips onto you tightly, and suddenly you feel someone press against your back, panting.

"My dear... I can feel everything you do to him.." He spike softly in your ear, his bulge pressed against your ass.