behind this flexible young body, the first to know the joy of love joy. His fingers felt her ripple and a new influx of hot moisture. Then the girl froze, haggard and beautiful, and Peter began to cover her white graceful neck and breasts with gentle kisses, and at that moment she opened her eyes.

“I love you, Peter,” she murmured, still not fully awakened from sleep. Peter broke into a smug grin. His fingers were still inside her pussy, and he didn’t want to let go of this adorable girl in her shirt, wide-open on her chest and pulled up to her waist, especially now that he knew who she was dreaming about. That wildly wind up, damn it!

“You flatter me, Miss Darling,” he whispered wickedly on her lips. The girl started, fluttered her long eyelashes, and seemed to be about to scream. Of course, an experienced seducer did not put them both at risk and immediately seized her with her lips. This time, she was no longer so malleable. She mooed, pushed, tried to pull him off, frantically clutching his shirt, dug with sharp claws into the hand caressing her between her legs, biting and fighting with her fists. However, he met a beast and more guarded, and this innocent creation even of his abuser was not able to seriously hurt. Soon she subsided slightly, disarmed by his caresses. Peter grabbed both her wrists and pressed her hands to the down pillow, concentrating all his attention on a painfully depraved kiss. He covered her with his body, with his knee spread his slender legs apart, with an aching member impatiently pressed against her bare belly. The leather fabric of tight pants exhausted him with its ruthless impenetrability and density.

“Admit that you dreamed, Miss Darling,” he whispered in her ear and immediately grabbed her lobe with his lips, barely noticeably sucking it. Wendy wriggled, and her heart fluttered like a bird in a cage, under the pressure of its heavy powerful chest. Wendy's thoughts are completely confused. God, how beautiful this Peter was - his blond silky curls tickled her face, her green sly and depraved eyes made her feel sweetly slutty and helpless, and a noble golden tan so charmingly emphasized his angelic features and relief muscles on his body, which she saw in a dream naked ... He did with her in a dream something that he was both ashamed and fascinatingly sweet to remember. These unpredictable and unrestrained movements, these frank caress, this heat, taste, moisture, smell - they worked with her incredible. Wendy blushed and goosebumps ran down her body. She could no longer resist when she remembered how he kissed her in a dream ... and where ... and what she felt about it ...

- I ask you ... I ask ... do not! - she babbled weakly, - My father can come here at any moment! He will kill us on the spot!

“Rather, only you, Wendy Moira Angel Darling ...,” Peter grinned. “And I ... hardly ... Did you forget that I can fly?” So, keep yourself quiet like a mouse, although I love it when girls moan sweetly from my caresses, - Peter let go of the weakened hands of the girl and leaned back to unbutton himself, - Damn, you tore my shirt, a clawed cat! He remarked with a satisfied smirk and immediately threw aside the interfering piece of fabric, exposing his taut muscled torso and trained hands. Wendy hurriedly sat on her knees and covered her seductively bristling chest. Her gaze involuntarily fell on a tattoo on the shoulder of a half-naked handsome man: it was a flying Pegasus spreading its wings.

Peter was about to unbutton his pants, but stopped, with an insidious smile, staring at the innocent creature sitting next to him in horror and confusion, “Do you want to undress me yourself?” - He seriously asked.Wendy stepped aside and was about to get out of bed, but he caught her hand and pulled imperiously on herself. A few seconds of unequal struggle - and Wendy found herself sitting in Peter's arms, wrapping his legs around his hips.

- You ... you ... you're just arrogant, unbearably arrogant type! Scoundrel! - She exclaimed, choking with excitement and indignation, - I will scream and the whole house will run away here in no time! - Her shirt opened again and her magnificent breasts and protruding nipples pressed against his bare shoulders. She tried to hide behind her hands and therefore could not resist. Their faces were almost opposite each other again, when Peter leaned over her face, and Peter's hands closed on her thin waist, not letting her stand or move away.

“Still, you didn’t become smarter after that incident in the judge’s house,” said Peter, skeptically, “You are pulling a scandal and denigrating your own reputation ...”

- That you are trying on my honor! - She exclaimed indignantly, still trying not to make any noise, and her stilted tone and childish naivety amused him very much, given the hopelessness of her position.

“I will encroach exclusively on your divine youthful body, but your honor itself is ready to defend to the last drop of blood,” he grinned shamelessly in her face while she fidgeted helplessly in his arms, blazing with shame, powerlessness and uncontrollable agitation. From this young, handsome man, it smelled so deliciously of something subtle, seductive, sinful, that Wendy simply lost her mind. It seemed to be the smell of sea, sand, rain, meadow flowers and woods, the smell of freedom and permissiveness. In addition, she had just suddenly realized that in a dream she saw not only his caress, but also something incredible, a kind of revelation, like a fleeting illusion from a past life. They flew together somewhere, she accurately remembered it, and that place was called Neverland!

The girl's eyes widened from the vague memories that suddenly struck her. She looked into Peter’s glittering emerald eyes, crafty, seductive, withering, and realized that there was no going back for her, that she was now in his power forever, that he was always the only one she dreamed of. Peter slid his hand over her thigh, lifting the silk hem, then over the soft round ass, stroked it between her buttocks, where it was also quite wet after his caress. Then he leaned over her chest, caught with his lips one swollen bud, then another. An expression of bliss and complete submission was gradually reflected on the face of Wendy, who was tired of resisting. Then Peter slid his fingers over her honeycomb again, pressing her closer to her.

- Something I can not hear your cry ... - he grinned, studying her shamelessly enjoying his movements angel face. The girl bit her sponge and often breathed. She sat astride on his knees and weakly rested her palms on his shoulders, barely restraining an unbearable desire to move her hips towards his movements, and her claws slightly dig into his skin. Peter began again to caress her nipple with his lips, and when he squeezed it with his teeth, Vend gave a scream, not from fear or severe pain.

- Like? He smirked smugly.

“Please let me go ...” she murmured plaintively, but at that moment she was easily lifted, turned over and laid on her back. Peter was kneeling over her, handsome, confident, strong, tanned, mocking and smiling tightly with one corner of his mouth, and she simply could not take her eyes off his hands, slowly unbuttoning her narrow leather pants. When his body appeared before her, powerful, resiliently sticking up, with a well-moistened, well-defined head, Wendy swallowed and again tried to object, but her lips did not obey.

“What are you afraid of, Wendy?” - Peter asked with cheerful irony, sat down next to her, and suddenly in one motion he tore a thin silk shirt on her.

- We ... shouldn't do this ...- confusedly exclaimed the girl, breathing a little from fear and trying to push away the man leaning toward her, suddenly becoming predatory and dangerous.

- Why? You're a big girl, after all. ”Peter deftly caught her hands, squeezing her wrists painfully and roughly pressing them into bed. His lips began to touch her mouth, stinging it with poisonous ... Read more →