Hands
His hands were one of the first things she'd noticed about him, other than the fact he was a giant mutant turtle.
He was very adept at using those large hands for tasks meant for much smaller hands and for someone with more than just six fingers.
They were working hands, discoloured by chemicals, constantly covered in small cuts and scrapes from creating things to make his family's life easier.
It didn't take much to wonder how those hands would feel on her.
His touch was still so soft, so gentle. The feeling of his fingers tracing her bare skin so much different to that of a human's.
Her mind would often imagine some dirtier scenarios involving his hands, after all, he had very long and thick fingers.
She doubted more than one would be able to fit inside her as she'd once put her hand against his to see the difference in size.
It was a lot.
Turns out the feeling of that large finger inside her was better than she could imagine, he was very good with his fingers.
His hands were definitely one of her favourite parts of him.
One thing she should have guessed, given the size of his hands...was that Donnie would be housing something huge.