Chapter 1
B is Not for Balls
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He had helped April sit upside-down, hooking his girlfriend's legs over the back of a rolling computer chair. The dirty seat cushion barely supported her slender neck, half-resting, half-hanging, over the edge. But, the angle served his cock well, and April's mouth was utterly compliant. Ten inches stuffed in, bypassing the back of her throat, to fill up the esophagus with pearlized liquid.
She gagged, forcing Donatello's dick out with a violent expulsion. Then, April sputtered, choking up the last of his seed, and her thick, syrupy spit, from deep inside.
"G-Good job." He assured.
Breath shallow, she wiped some snot from her nose.
"No, leave it." Don wanted his purplish-green member to paint April's face. Lazy strokes rubbed and smeared fluids everywhere, from her chin to scalp.
Eyes shining pure devotion, she asked, "Am I pretty?"
"Oh, April." Don's finger-pads tenderly connected the freckle constellation on his lover's neck. "You are so beautiful." His staff dragged up and down her features, over and over. The domination made him half-hard again, and he growled. "Touch yourself."
She adjusted in the precarious position, and massaged her voluptuous folds. April obediently hummed. "Thank you, Donnie." Then, she moaned when her fingers sank deep into velvety, smooth trouble.
The purple-masked turtle lost all his brains, and had to admit, he did wonder. "Do you ever miss balls?"
Face glistening, she asked, "What, baby?" Cocking her head to peer around the dong, which obscured her view.
Donatello repeated for his darling. "Balls, dear."
She grinned. "Oh. Sometimes. But, then I remember the pubic hair."
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A/N:
Thanks for reading, I return all reviews! In this fic we follow nature, with turtles' gonads safety tucked away inside, next to the kidneys.