Ask the big question

"Peter, do any of the Lost Boys know you're really a girl?" you ask, sliding your finger through her soaked slit. She's so hot she's dripping; if this is "moister and moister," you want to see what she looks like when she says she gets wet.

Peter's eyes are locked on the Indian Princess and her friend licking each other's cum-filled twats, literally sucking your cum out of each other. Her hand finds your cock, slick with both of their juices and two hot loads of cum. She slowly shakes her head.

"Just Wendy," she says with a shiver as your finger tip rounds her clit. "And Tinkerbelle," she adds.

"We can keep it that way," you say and push her back into the brush so she can still see out, but seeing in will be an issue. "For a price." Peter's eyes look at yours and a lustful sparkle shines through the lusty haze in them.

"What's the price?" she asks leaning against a tree and spreading her thighs further apart.