Pure Vanilla Cookie Fanart Hot Novels & Stories

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The saleswoman pointed to the cookies in transparent plastic with designs of colorful trees, houses, seas, and shells in one pack. “I have free samples, ma’am.” The saleswoman showed me a transparent jar with cookies in it. “I’ll try one.” The saleswoman opened the jar, and I took the sea design, since my favorite color is blue. When I bit into the cookies, they were delicious. The colorful icing gives them sweetness, while the cookies themselves are not too sweet, so the sweetness is balanced. They are not so hard to bite that they hurt my teeth while I bite into them. “Can I have another one? I’ll let my companion taste it.” I said to the saleswoman. “He’ll pay for it.” I added in a whispe

With this cold spray, I feel like I will need to use the restroom soon. I bite into my cookie, gasping as a velvety, buttery flavor surrounds my tongue and coats the walls of my mouth. I stare at it in surprise, reluctantly admitting to myself the girl at the bar might be right. I’d easily buy ten of this baby and finish it in one sitting. And maybe get ten more for my midnight fix. As I chomp on it, I contemplate going back inside to get more and maybe make a dash for the ladies’ room. At that moment, a small bus stops nearby and a woman who looks exactly like the one talking to Kaan—even wearing the same clothes and faded orange beanie—gets off, muttering about the bloody rain as she talks

she sighed. To cheer her up, I quickly grabbed a slice of vanilla cake from the display and offered it to her. “Here you go, sweetheart,” I said warmly. Her face lit up instantly. “Thank you so much, Coach Aria! I love it! Vanilla is my favorite!” Her delight made me smile widely. She's so sweet! But before I could fully enjoy the moment, a sharp, familiar voice cut through the sweet air of the bakery. “What the hell… Aria Scott!?”

Some supports him but some are very unreasonable. Can ‘she’ tolerate his fans, their love and hate? As usual he got carried away by these questions. He sighed heavily and mumbled "Where are you MY VANILLA?" and drifted to sleep. He didn't know why but he calls his future partner as vanilla. For him, vanilla ice cream is pure as white, smells pleasant, tastes divine, and soft as cloud. He always imagines that his would be wife will be like Vanilla. His favourite Vanilla.

she brings out the jar of cookies from the deep pocket of her robe and opens it. If you are a fan of Steve Harvey’s Think Like A Man, Act Like a Woman, you would understand the double meaning of the previous paragraph. “Oh, thank you so much, Kayola,” Keevan grabs the cookies and stuffs them into his mouth, downing them with the medium-sized bottle of milk. “You must be hungry,” Kayola observes. “Didn’t you get the extra food I sent?” she asks. “I did, sweetheart,” Keevan says and Kayola feels her nipples harden at the sound of ‘sweetheart’. “It’s just that I find your cookies irresistible,” he says and looks into her eyes, simultaneously licking his lips. Kayola feels herself go wet with de

The licking on my belly button ceased and the woman finally lifted her head up and to my absolute horror, it was the last person I expected to see. Tanika. She scooped some of my cum with her finger, taking it into her mouth and sucking on it like it was the best thing she had ever tasted. She climbed on top of me, tracing objects on my chest with her long manicured nails. "Cookie, look how cute you are. Did you enjoy yourself just now? I'm sure you did. Now tell me, did you miss me?" She asked with a sadistic grin on her face. Cookie. That was the name she always called me when we were together, because it was her favorite dessert. I had thought it was cute before but now the name disgusts

He’d hate it. “Hii! Some cookies to go with them…” Nose covered in white flour, Ian presented a tray of bad-looking treats. They didn’t taste bad, she knew. But they looked ugly enough to refuse first. Noah was aware Vanessa hadn’t moved an inch. She expected him to refuse the cookies, so he scooped up five instead. “Are they vanilla? I had you pegged for a chocolate kid.” Noah’s voice came out muffled by the way he was chewing two of them.

"Well, I'm really in love with you too," Venus sits in front of me here in our kitchen, because I'm making cookies to give to Tagan later at school. "Why?" I ask her. He sighed before saying "Duh, I was embarrassed last night and now you're alone again?" I smiled at him and put the cookies I made in the box. “I want to show him and to his bandmates that I’m a true fan,” I said while decorating the cookies inside the box.

He did deserve it. "Give them a second to cool down. Trust me, hot cookies have been my downfall way too many times." Ohh I dont have enough fingers on my hands to count the number of times Mira Fameus cookies almost ended me... in the best possible way. They were simply that good. “I don’t know if I can wait much longer." He says as we hear a loud bang of something hitting the floor. I turn around and see a woman standing at the kitchen entrance looking somewhat shocked but then a big smile appears on her face.