Cleaning her would give you some reload time....

You lean back, a huge grin plastered on your face as Peter, looking dazed, is pulled down onto a bed of soft leaves and grass. Peter looks dazed, slightly confused, a little scared, and her eyes are half-lidded pools of lust.

"Please," Peter begged. It looked like she didn't know what she was begging for; more, to be eaten out by her best friend, to have more cock. She didn't explain. She didn't need to. You watched as Wendy planted a single kiss on each of Peter's thighs. You watched as she sucked lightly, her lips **** to leave the milky-white skin of the Lost Boys leaders inner thighs stretched with the kisses. Peter shuddered, her stomach muscles fluttering under her tunic as her pussy quivered in orgasm.

"Please....." Peter begged again. This time it was the plead of someone needing to cum. The orgasm wasn't out of lusting desire, but it was a need from her whole body to cum, her whole being absolutely had to feel her friend's fingers, tongue, and lips slowly dragging the orgasms from her shivering sex. It was a primal, shattering need, and you watched Wendy working up Peter's thighs, her eyes burning into yours with a glance and then looking at Peter's. Peter shivered again, her whole body arching off the ground.

"Please...Wendy....mmmmm....." Peter begged again and then practically purred as Wendy's long, flexible tongue slipped around her best friend's blond-fringed clit.

You don't know what's in the air here in Neverland, but you don't think you're going to need that recovery and reload time that you thought you would. But, you don't want to interrupt the show, either....