<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/>"Hmph." was the indignant response she got from him at suggestion he might be doing it wrong. He runs both hands over her length for a few moments, smearing the lube over her length evenly again, though perhaps a little bit too thoroughly, almost like he might be hesitant about choking again. "Doesn't feel the same with all this stuff on it." he comments, his tone slightly... annoyed perhaps?<br/><br/>Before El can reply however he takes a breath, and opens his mouth wide again, swallowing enough of her to trigger his gag reflex. This time however he backs up only slightly, before leaning forcefully forward, swallowing as frequently as he can, managing to get a few good inches into his throat, leaving his lips half way down El's length as his eyes water and his body complains at this unnatural situation. Despite that he keeps leaning forward, his lips inching painfully down El's cock as he groans in discomfort.