<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/352/3/2/splinter_by_jennyverse-d8a97sl.jpg)</div>Splinter gave a pleased sigh. Her warm breath pushing foreword, pressing against his cheek.<strong>"I know you wont let me down, Leonardo."</strong>She said. But, as she lingered against him. A smell began to catch her attention. A lewd smell. Bitter, and sweet. Opening her eyes, she can tell, exactly what that was.<strong>"Leonardo..."</strong>She said, almost sounding disappointed. But in actuality, just simple surprise. Splinter kept her self against him. Her hands slowly rubbing down his chest. "Dont be embarrassed!" She said, not wanting him to be alarmed.<strong>"It's natural. I should have known better."</strong>Her finger began to rub against his tip, her nail gently rubbing against the tip, a droplet of precum dripping by her touch. It looked so painful, all she can think of was how miserable she must have made him. While admittedly, she felt pride that he reacted this way. That he was attracted to her...<strong>"I will take responsibility."</strong>She said, as she began to rub her hands up and down the length. Feeling it throb against her touch, feeling the heat of his member. He continued to swell. As she gripped against him tighter, her hands slowly jerking against him. She continued to jerk him. Her hands taking slow, hard strokes. One hand gripping against his head. The other, from his base. Slowly her hands began to make a twisting motion. Her rough, yet soft fingers grinding along his flesh.<br/><br/>She picked up her pace. She felt pride, and wondered if that was wrong? Was this wrong? Her breath grows faster, her heart a flutter. Her nuzzling snout pressing closer to his lips. Slowly sneaking a deep kiss. It was happening so fast, all that went through her head was that she was kissing her boy. And she loved it. Her tongue, pressing against his lip's, practically forcing it'self inside.<br/><br/>She began to slow down her pace, this was not working.... She needed... Wanted to do more for him. Slowly she rose up, her left hand gripping and rubbing against his head. As she walked around him. Her fingers wriggled, and pinched against it. Now that she had a better look, a moan escaped her lips. She thought he was in pain, but he looked so hard... It was almost as if he was suffering. Slowly she comes down to her knee's. Her hands rubbing up and down his inner thighs. Letting her Kimono drop further down her shoulders, her sultry breasts peaking from underneath. As she brought her nose closer to his cock. Taking a dep breath, she took in the bitter naughty smell. A smell she realized she missed more then she had thought. Her right hand rubs slightly against the length, pushing it ever so slightly against her cheek. His head sliding along the length of her lip's of her snout. She raises her eyes. Brown, calm orbs looking into his eyes. Was he happy? Confused? Was this worse then if she just left it? .... No, he had to be loving this. The more she thought of it, the less wrong this all seemed. More and more, anxiety turned into deeper lust. He needed this, and she did to. And with that, she flicked her long, raspy tongue slowly across the length of his cock. Stopping to take in the familiar taste. Looking up, to give her son a sultry gaze.