<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/351/d/a/raph_by_jennyverse-d8a56rs.jpg)</div>His actions towards her seem well received. Her every moan was what made him go further, wanting more. Of wriggle, not against him but encouraging him. He gave her a curious gaze however, as she stopped him from zipping her jumpsuit further down. He didnt want to argue, it was hot to see her breasts fight to poke out, her bra pushing them up. Practically demanding he touch them. But his face further gave a quizzical look. As she gently pushed him foreword. 'Was that the push?' He thought, ready to sink into the feeling of disappointing rejection. But, his confidence didnt waver. And, he was rewarded with the knowledge she really did want him. She placed her hands on his chest, caressing down as she went to her knee's. The sight was empowering. His cock near her face, her breasts in plain view from under it. Her hand gripped him, and he watched in anticipation as her sweet lip's moved closer. Their eyes stay locked, a groan escaping his throat as she flicked her wet tongue against his tip. Practically drooling, hi instinctively moved his hip's foreword. His cock rubbing against her lip's, and up her cheek. His tip pressed at the side of her nose. The feeling of her soft skin, intensified by her gripping hand. He giggled a bit, a drip of pre cum dripping down her cheek. Knowing full well she was assualted by the intense smell, the hot feeling of a large cock on her face. He reached down, his hand caressing down, and back up her cheek. Taking off the small drip. He takes controlled breaths. Watching her intently. Anticipating what he knew would feel amazing, from New yorks one and only April O'neil. The fiery Red head successfully fired him up. And, seeing her pamper him like this gave no end to increasing his ego.  "Well, cant say I dont like the sight of you on your knees." He teased.