Timmy was looking at him, angry and stained with semen. He had an uncontrollable desire to touch his godfather. He was always so accommodating, so nice, so Never before had he felt so submissive, so dominated, so humiliated Timmy hadn't cope well with the process of becoming a teenager. Cosmo was sometimes tempted to think that his godson had become a bad person, but always tried to shake that thought from his head as soon as possible. Do you and Wanda
It's black, like the other one, but
Take and Fake/Cosmo Rules
He closed the eyes, clenching at the sheets, and his back arched as shaken by some electric current. I'll update soon, although I'd like to hear some opinions first. When Timmy inserted a second finger, Cosmo lost control. He wanted to cry, to die, to disappear in a "poof" and hide in the innermost corner of the fairy world, but his body didn't obey him. So instead of trying to escape or struggle, which was what he should have done, Cosmo began to caress Timmy's hair and move the hips, asking him to go on among moans. That was enough to trigger the explosion. That, of course, when he wasn't with his friends, doing only God knows what mischiefs around the neighborhood.