One particular day you decide to take a stroll down to the icecream truck. You see a familiar face working there. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT BALLS IS THAT NICK WILDE" you thought to yourself. All you could think about is how badly you want to fuck him to the point you start stumbling on your words. "C-c-can i h-a-ve-e a-uh-uh va-n-i-i-l-l-la cone please" you strugglingly manage to mutter as you fantasize over his probably big, girthy, veiny member.
"One vanilla cone for this fucking bottom ass kitten". He says in a sexy voice. You begin to cum in your apple bottom jeans. He makes you so horny. All he does is make you think about how wondrous his huge veiny dick feels, penetrating the living Jesus out of your ass until you can't walk. Your cone is handed to you. But something is off this time. They gave you.. a napkin? They have never done this before. You go to throw away the napkin. But something falls out of it. A paper? Nick Wilde's number is on it. "Text me ;)" it says. A few hours later you finally decide to text him. "Hey ;)" you say confidently. Within less than 3 seconds. He responds. Your heart is racing as you wait to open it.
