kisses of the mean tempter. He spread her thighs with his foot, pressing his lower belly to her crotch, began to rub his cock against her wet pussy, caress her breasts, dig her mouth into them and greedily suck. Wendy often breathed, burned and aroused more and more - he felt her all, tender, confused, scared, but at the same time pleading with sweet bliss. His thoughts have long been clouded so much that there was simply no way to go back, the member screamed and pulsed, the breathing became hard. The only thing he was thinking about now was to push those seductive legs apart and enter her narrow yet untouched crack, hurt her, and very good for herself. However, someone who, if not he, knew that pain in this case was a relative concept.

“Peter, ah, Peter ... please,” she whispered very weakly, still not resigned, but no longer resisting. He endlessly exhausted her nipples for a long time and, holding the penis with his hand, drove him with a wet head to a frowning blazing doll. She did not try to keep her legs down, she just gasped and shuddered. It was nice to feel her body writhing beneath him, as if teasing and asking to be mastered. Finally, he demandingly bent her leg at the knee, pushing her to the side and up, squeezed her hands painfully and moved her hips towards her. Wendy let out a silent moan, rushed and tried to straighten her legs, but he grabbed her under one knee with his hand, squeezed into bed and with force entered her very deeply, to the very end. The girl's head was rolling around on the pillow, she mourned something incoherently, but Peter stopped, caught her lips with his lips and began to kiss, doing with his tongue what he wanted to do with her tender womb. Restraint was hard for him - she was so wet, elastic, beautiful, exciting, almost as charming as Ding with her completely depriving magical dust. He had heard more than once how the victims of her pranks talked about their feelings after its impact.

Peter began to move barely perceptibly, caressing her flushed, wet bud with his body, and tormenting himself with this patient, unsustainable caress. This agony seemed to him endless, but the jerky nervous breathing of his frightened and tormented victim gradually turned into a subtle moan, full of desire. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself and wanting more, because her hips began to move in time, his legs clasped his camp, his flaming pussy shamelessly slid open lips over his pubic hair. "The main thing is not to hurry," he urged himself, already allowing himself to fuck her with a small but amplified amplitude.

Peter suddenly remembered the Phantom, his castle on Neverland Island, its gloomy rooms and rooms, its ivy-covered walls and narrow windows overlooking breathtakingly beautiful landscapes. Everything he dreamed was solemn, regal and terrifying for enemies. Valorous and submissive warriors were always ready to share with him any hardships and military campaigns and the exuberant joys of dashing, careless and luxurious feasts. Vile robberies, noble liberation wars, treacherous attacks on neighbors and beautiful, but empty oaths to protect the oppressed and the weak forever - all mixed up in his free and carefree life. Perhaps there was only one missing — one that could admire in equal measure both his recklessness and his courage. It seems that he always dreamed of such a pure, naive, tender, defenseless, submissive girl who would humiliate him as he pleases and shed tears over him while he shed blood in battles. “It has been decided,” thought Peter, with a cold, self-satisfied grin of the winner and host, looking at the beautiful nymph shuddering beneath him, “you will fly with me and become for me what I desire.”From the overwhelming thoughts that filled his head that he would get up with this sweet, like the nectar of heavenly flowers, a beautiful woman, when she would be a prisoner of his Phantom, Peter's mind clouded. He raised himself on her in strong hands and began to bump into her narrow pussy with powerful measured shocks, wishing that she would feel each of them and accept with complete submissiveness his absolute power over her. Wendy rushed, as if in a heat, as if a flexible weasel had accidentally fallen into a snare. Her skin flared and froze, becoming goosebumps and moisture, her hair snaking down the pillow, lips demanding his strong kiss. Peter brought her to the utter insanity with the last sustained jerks and, feeling his cock pour hot streams of sperm into her pulsating pussy, at the last second squeezed her tender mouth with her hand so that she would not give out their common ecstasy to the sleeping house, and at the same time quiet London. .

***

When the first glow of dawn was outside, Peter, with the master's arrogant confidence, went through Wendy's wardrobe. The girl was sitting in a chair, wrapped in a duvet and pulling her knees up to her chin. She watched Peter with feverish, sparkling, wary eyes, and bit on the scarlet lips that had already been wearyed by fondling.

- Put on that! - finally he threw a haughty smile, turning abruptly to his young lover with a gorgeous ball gown in his hands, - You are going blue.

- Peter ... I am not sure that I can ... that I can ... fly with you, - the word “fly” was difficult for her, because in fact she couldn’t keep up what could be taken so easily and fly away with someone through the window. Of course, Peter is Peter, but ... Wendy struggled to be sensible, although she understood that the time for reasoning had already gone irretrievably ... Now, after all, she could only have had her life ... Did she have a choice? Yes, and if she wanted to choose someone other than him? Just the swiftness with which her life suddenly changed did not give her any peace. Does it happen that everything turns upside down in a jiffy?

“Get dressed,” he said, uncompromising, resplendent, confident and mocking.

- But ... my parents ...

- They will get used.

- I should warn them and say goodbye ...

Peter frowned only for a second, then looked around, found the secretary with his eyes, pulled the chair over to him and blithely shrugged his shoulders.

- Write them a note.

- Oh my God! Wendy buried her face in her knees and tried to cry. She knew that at such moments you need to cry, but for some reason the tears did not go. - How are we going to fly? After all, your fairy is not ...

- What does my fairy have to do with and how do you know about her? - Peter alerted, stubbornly folded arms across his chest.

“So, for the flight, her magic dust is needed ...” Wendy stammered dumbly.

- Dust ... for flight? - Peter was surprised, - Oh, yes! Your dreams ..., - he tried not to look too arrogant, but the sarcasm and bursting with his inside. It was rumored that Ding could influence dreams, but he didn’t believe in it, and Ding herself always denied it, waving her pen very pretty and rolling her eyes. Ding almost always made him smile, naturally, if he was not angry with her. Now she was angry with him, and he had long forgiven her everything. - For the flight does not need dust, my girl. For the flight you need a pegasus.

- What? - Wendy all roused and lifted her face to him. The blanket slid off her, and the sight of her provocatively flawless naked body started Peter again, causing a slight pulsation in his groin. It was extremely tempting to fuck her in this chair, but he already exhausted her, she hardly slept, and there was very little time left - the morning was already coming into effect, and soon the inhabitants of the house could wake up. “Dress quickly, while I haven’t done anything with you again,” he sternly ordered, and threw the dress to her, which covered her with a crinoline cloud.

While Wendy fumbled with her luxurious toilet, Peter went to the window and inhaled the wind.It was difficult to call London fragrant, but in all this variety of smells he caught the delicate scent of forget-me-nots. He always hypnotized him, because he promised bliss and carelessness, available only on his island. Looking back at Wendy, who is already ... Read more →