The boy wiggles out of his jammies to get away.
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"Aaaaahhh! Ahhh!" the boy shrieks out as his jammy tops slide right off his body, completely exposing him. He goes flying through the entryway of his house and collapses on the floor, trembling and whining. He grabs a nearby mop bucket and throws up in it. | "Aaaaahhh! Ahhh!" the boy shrieks out as his jammy tops slide right off his body, completely exposing him. He goes flying through the entryway of his house and collapses on the floor, trembling and whining. He grabs a nearby mop bucket and throws up in it. | ||
| - | He turns over, his legs spread open, not even realizing his tiny, twitchy, stiff little | + | He turns over, his legs spread open, not even realizing his tiny, twitchy, stiff little pecker is on full display. It's very clear the little twerp hasn't gone through puberty yet. Once he realizes he just accidentally flashed a cute older girl, his face turns bright red and he covers himself, whining. |
You slip on his Avengers pajama tops, which squeeze tight enough to make your skin crawl, and only just barely cover your chest. If you move your arms up too fast your chest will be exposed to anyone who looks on. | You slip on his Avengers pajama tops, which squeeze tight enough to make your skin crawl, and only just barely cover your chest. If you move your arms up too fast your chest will be exposed to anyone who looks on. | ||
Current revision as of 11:57, 27 December 2022
"Aaaaahhh! Ahhh!" the boy shrieks out as his jammy tops slide right off his body, completely exposing him. He goes flying through the entryway of his house and collapses on the floor, trembling and whining. He grabs a nearby mop bucket and throws up in it.
He turns over, his legs spread open, not even realizing his tiny, twitchy, stiff little pecker is on full display. It's very clear the little twerp hasn't gone through puberty yet. Once he realizes he just accidentally flashed a cute older girl, his face turns bright red and he covers himself, whining.
You slip on his Avengers pajama tops, which squeeze tight enough to make your skin crawl, and only just barely cover your chest. If you move your arms up too fast your chest will be exposed to anyone who looks on.
He's a tiny little whimp, trembling helplessly on the floor as you stand over him. You're (barely) clothed, and he's buck-naked. Now, you're in control.
