Whispers Of Sweet Nothings

What Wendy says to the Indian teenager is a mystery to you. Wendy just runs up with a sexy sway of her svelte hips, that makes you grit your teeth, and whispers in Tiger Lily's ear. Whatever she says convinces Tiger Lily to allow Wendy certain liberties. Quickly she is kneading the Indian teenager's milk bags and nibbling on her ear.

Abruptly Wendy takes off back towards you with a knowing smile. They are both hip deep in the fast moving stream but they glide seemingly effortlessly through the water. Tiger Lily's narrow and elegant hips sway as she follows right behind Wendy. As she nears you, she smiles at you. "Wendy said you might have a treat to share with me."

You smile as you seduce the Indian Princess by deftly pressing your lips to hers, and giving her a soul-stirring kiss. Tiger Lily seems to have seen quite a bit of your pounding of Wendy, as she has some ideas of her own with your rooster. She is sharing those ideas with you as she glides her delicate hands along your pole.

Tiger Lily finds herself being lowered to the forest floor of the riverbank. She is more than willing as Wendy is munching on the Indian Princess's cunt. Your lips part and Tiger Lily moans in disappointment that is quickly forgotten amidst Wendy's skilled hands and tongue. She must really enjoy how the virgin Princess tastes.

Peter is suddenly by your side and looking up at you. For some reason, the tilt of the head, a sway of the hips, and the angle of her chest gives you the clear understanding that Peter is a girl. Plus the groin of her tights being drenched in coitus berry juices is also a dead giveaway. You remember her camel toe from before, but this is more. Her eyes are asking you if she can join the fun.

With deftness and grace you pull Peter's tunic off her chest revealing her small bosom for everyone to see. The Lost Boys gasp as they learn for the first time that their leader is a girl. Her areoles are puffy as their little nubs stretch out fully engorged.

The Lost Boys watch their leader shimmy out of her tights and reveal her pussy for all to see. You already know she is dripping wet from the wetness in her tights. Her calves are slender and feminine like her small feet -- feet that she never uses much, but is standing on now.

Strawberries, and lime, is what Peter's luscious lips taste like. She whimpers and yields to the thrust of your tongue into her mouth. Tiger Lily moans through an orgasm that Wendy is driving her through. As Peter's inexperienced hands stroke your sides haphazardly, her hands settle on your shoulders after a long minute of deep kissing that leaves her breathless.

Now you must decide whether to continue with Peter yourself. Maybe Peter would like to taste Wendy's sweet juices. You think that Peter might enjoy dominating Tiger Lily by straddling her head and forcing her to eat Peter's virgin cherry juice. Claiming the vaginal cherry of the little boy who never grew up sounds very tempting too.