<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/>"You're not a client though, you're suppose to be teaching me." he declares, still eying El coolly as he recovers. He reaches up to wipe the cum from his lips, rubbing it between his fingers. "What... what was that anyway? It tastes all salty." he asks, slurping the leftover off his fingers, screwing his face up a little at the weird texture. He takes the bottle as she pulls it out, uncorking it and giving it a sniff. "Am I going to have this when I have clients? I didn't need anything to swallow that." he points out, reaching up to give El's cock a squeeze, having noticed the way it made her twitch when he did, he quite liked that... He sets the potion aside next to the nearly half-empty bottle of lube, before lifting up off the ground, legs straightening out as he floats closer to El, where she would be able to see that he had at best a quarter chub.