<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d9/5e/74/d95e74b4f84e6e1b7385dbf3e651e596.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Peter Pan<br/><strong>Alias</strong>Little Flying Eagle, Pete/Petey<br/><strong>Location</strong>Training Chamber<br/><strong>Time</strong>Evening: Two Months Ago<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>Hanging upside down, with naught but a jaunty green cap with a red feather in it jammed on his head.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>El<br/><hr/><br/>Peter found it increasingly hard to focus on the task at hand as El continued to stimulate him, front and back. He copied her as best he could, pushing two fingers into her cunt and stretching them apart as he swallowed more of her into his throat, having to give up 2/3rds of the way, unable to hold his breath any longer with the pleasure flowing from his own crotch. His hips bucked in mid air, trying to hump El's throat as he pulled back from her cock to take her head into his mouth once more, running his tongue slowly over it, stroking her shaft with his free second hand.