I'm fingering your pussy, Peter

"I'm fingering your pussy, Peter," you whisper and keep massaging her folds. You feel are getting continuously hotter and wetter and as your voice pours into her ear and your breath against her neck, you feel her entire body shiver and you're extremely well toned ass presses against your hardening cock.

"I ..have a....no, I can't...mmmm..." she manages to say is your fingers slowly and tenderly circles the little pink pebble at the top of her slit. Her hips seem to be rocking on their own, trapping your cock and two layers of cloth between the twin globes of her taut cheeks. You've never felt an ass so exquisite.

"You're a girl, Peter," you say again, your lips grazing her neck just behind her ear as you speak. Her knees go weak for a second and then straighten back up, thrusting her ass back into your crotch. Her pussy is soaked, and there's so much heat coming out of it that you feel it on your balls. Peter's head shakes as she is still in denial.

You look around, and the rest of Peter's gang is focused on the scene through the bushes and they aren't paying any attention to you whatsoever.

"I can't be a girl. Wendy is a girl, and Wendy is special. Neverland only has lost boys and Pirates and Indians. No girls," Peter says all in one breath, damn near all in the same syllable, and then she gasps. Her whole body quivers and you feel a rush of hot liquid at your fingertips while you continue to slowly manipulate her distended little clit. She's having problems standing, and her trying to do so while her legs are trembling violently is only thrusting her ass back against your cock.