<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/>"Yeah, because I can pay attention so well when you're forcing yourself down my throat and still can't breathe properly..." he mutters sarcastically, adding when she counters that it's more fun. "Good to know you're taking your job so seriously..." He glares up at her again, stubbornly reaching down to pick up the lube, and reapplying more to his hands, and then her dick, before finally taking it into his mouth again, hardly hesitating at all this time as he gags on her before swallowing her down his throat. He does take her advice this time as well, pressing forward until he starts to have trouble, and then pulling back a little, then forward again... bobbing up and down on her cock, each time taking her a little deeper. It wasn't much of a blow-job per-se (she hadn't told him anything about using his tongue after all) but as far as deepthroating her it seemed he was a fairly quick learner, proving it by as she had challenged him to the previous time, kissing her loins, before pulling back off of her entirely to suck in a breath as his head started to spin, and give her a cocky smile. "There, see."