Move your hand under the dress

You pull the dress up under her and rub her belly. Then you move up and fondle her tits and pinch her nipples. Her warm flesh is yielding and her nipples get hard as cherry pits in your fingers. She moans, wiggling her ass. You turn her head and kiss her, thrusting your tongue into her mouth hard. You move your hand down her body to her hot mound. As you French kiss her, you run your fingers through her slit. Wendy moans into your mouth and relaxes into your body. She rolls and lies on the ground, putting her arms around your neck as you kiss.

Wendy breaks the kiss and whispers, "I don't care where you came from. Just keep kissing me. You taste wonderful and it feels really good."

You follow her request, kissing her harder and swirling your tongue around hers. You caress her, slipping a hand under her dress again. You circle her belly as you break the kiss to kiss down her cheek and neck. You slide your hand up until you find her full breast. You squeeze it as you bite her neck gently.

"I've been with the Lost Boys so long, I've forgotten what a man feels like. They are like my younger brothers. You smell different than they do," she whispers in your ear. Then she lifts the hem of her dress, and you get out of the way as she takes it over her head. Her naked tits stick out from her chest delightfully, topped by exquisite areolas and fat nipples.

You devour a nipple as you slide your hand down to her vee. She moans and arches her back as you caress her delicate petals. You find her clit and rub it gently. Wendy gasps, "You're so not a boy!"