<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>Naught but a jaunty green cap with a red feather in it.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>El<br/><hr/><br/>Peter could only take El's word that it was helping, though it certainly did make it slippery, that didn't seem like the problem from his perspective... at least not unless he had a couple inches of her down his throat, but by then he was otherwise distracted to be thinking about such things... He squirms, trying to pull away from her as she reaches for his throat, but short of pulling off her he couldn't do much to avoid it, and it does manage to coax another half inch or so into his esophagus as she massages him.<br/><br/>When she tells him he needs to kiss her loins he's momentarily confused, before his eyes narrow as he realizes what she's talking about. This was his first real try and she expected him to get all of her into him. Grimly he swallows again, unintentionally squeezing her cock as he reaches forward and wraps his arms behind her ass and picking up on his swallowing once more he begins to tighten his grip on her, forcing more and more and her length down his throat. As he does the watering of his eyes intensifies, and he feels his chest begin to burn, urging him to pull back and<em>breathe</em>. Eight inches... nine... he was getting close... so close... even as he felt his heart beating faster, trying urgently to get more oxygen to his brain, his pulse pounding in his ears... spots swim in front of his eyes... his vision starts to narrow... his arms losing their grip on her legs...