<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 groans softly, squirming in the air as El continues to suckle on his overly sensitive cock. He uncurls, 'sitting up' in front of the witch as she finally stops, leaving him still panting for breath, and struggling to form words. "I... that was... this round?" he at last asks, before his question is answered as she wraps her lips around him again.<br/><br/>He groans softly, squeezing El's head between his bare thighs as he leans back, hands on his face, still a little too overwhelmed to pay much attention to what she was doing. As she pushed her fingers inside his rear however he gasps, twisting to look behind him at the green digits pushing inside of him. It was hard to say whether it felt good exactly... it did increase those strange tingles though... "T-too much..." he complains breathily.