She cleans Peter

Wendy keeps giving your straining cock head little pecking kisses while looking into your eyes, her tongue occasionally delving into your piss slit, which no doubt tastes like sperm.

"I'm going to have to let you go, Mister," Wendy says demurely. "I gave my word to Peter that I would lick," she says, pausing to lick your cock from balls to tip, "all of your yummy sperm from her."

She sucks you back in her mouth, lodging you against her tonsils before pulling back out. Her hand strokes you slowly, squeezing you so hard it almost hurts as she speaks. "Would you like to watch me keep my promise to Peter-dear?" she asks, her voice gushing with sweetness and innocence, even as she strokes your spit-soaked rod. "Or do you think we need to make sure she's had her fill of your hot jizz in her...hot...tight...cunt?"