"Shadow…" Pure Vanilla’s voice is soft, breath hitching slightly as the wall holds his generous, pear-shaped rear firmly in place.

"My… my curves are proving far too much for this tiny hole…"

He shifts ever so slightly, the snug embrace of the stone pressing against every soft contour of his hips and thighs.

"It’s… quite the tight squeeze… and with me bent over like this…"

A shy chuckle escapes him, tinged with warmth and something almost teasing.

"…you must have quite the view from behind. My dress… it’s riding up far more than I’d like to admit."

He glances back over his shoulder, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, eyes half-lidded in a mixture of embarrassment and playful invitation.

"I’m sorry if I’m being a bit… revealing. But it’s hard to hide anything when you’re stuck like this… and I’m so close to you…"

A soft sigh escapes him as he shifts once more, the fabric sliding teasingly higher, offering an intimate glimpse of his soft, creamy skin beneath the syrup-brown patterns of his dress.

"If you don’t hurry to free me, I might just have to… enjoy this a little longer… especially with your hands nearby…"