Late Night Observation

[babeonboardirma]

'Huh...did this get smaller last time I wore it?'

Maybe she botched the laundry last time she did clothing or perhaps she was just gaining weight? Ugh, hopefully not the latter she really didn't want to attempt to go on another diet, since she couldn't keep to it. Fingers tugged at the hem that would hike up along her thighs. The shirt feel a bit more snug around her chest and April had neglected to bring a bra for her. Well, not like she slept in them.

Even wearing this it felt like her body was still getting warm. You'd think the sewers would be more drafty. Usually she wouldn't bother coming down here less it was an emergency or because of April, but no choice in the matter since she was under 'observation'.

She's been trying not to be too clumsy, but it never failed that hurricane Irma would knock over something or just bump right into one of the guys after dropping her glasses. Hand idly pawed the rather firm plastron chest to steady herself along with the other on a bicep.

'Ooof--! S-sorry, my bad. I'm trying to get use to navigating a place that's not my apartment.'

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[leonardoleads]

Judging by the sounds she was making, Irma was enjoying this, so Donatello probed further. He was entranced by her smell and taste, and he could feel her body practically melting in response to his tongue.

No wonder humans were so obsessed with sex.

After a few minutes of this, he moved his mouth away from her crotch, looking up at her. "Does that help? Are you feeling better now?"

[babeonboardirma]

'A~h....I...it really just feels hotter...'

Only a minor brief relief in sating that itch that still lingered in her walls what were wet with her juices and now his saliva. Face flushed with chest rising and falling with that scent that permeated from her getting heavier.

A rather empty feeling left in not being completely satisfied, yet body now craved for more than just his tongue that had explored and tasted her insides.

[leonardoleads]

Looking up at her, flushed and sweating and panting, Donnie was astounded. He'd never been in this situation, but he saw no reason to stop. "Hotter, you say? I'll run some tests, just to be sure."

With that, he slid his thick index finger into her pussy and worked it around. "Your internal temperature does seem to be increasing dramatically. It's my professional opinion that this is a good look for you."

[babeonboardirma]

Body raised as toes curled upon feeling the thick digit press against her sex and sink into her as her body fully accepted the penetration. A shaky breath falling from her lips as pink lips pressed against the tip of her finger as she bit along her finger nail.

Wet muscles tensed and squeezed around his finger as she leaned her head back. Good thing her legged was propped over his shoulder like this or else she wouldn't have been able to keep her balance under conditions like this, but it only made her yearn for something a lot thicker.

'...a~h..'

[leonardoleads]

Donatello continued probing her wet depths with his dexterous finger, moving it around while paying minute attention to Irma's reactions. The way her muscled tensed around him, the way her skin flushed, breathing became shaky, and more.

A second thick digit joined the first once Donnie guessed she was sufficiently wet enough for it. While he pumped his fingers in and out of her, he began stroking the dark-green erection that had slid out from the base of his tail.