<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/352/3/2/splinter_by_jennyverse-d8a97sl.jpg)</div>An eternity passed before April finally made his move.  Mistress Splinter felt as though she could have fucked him a thousand times over in the moments that came between her separation from the man's hard chest to his grateful attack.  So desperate for his attention was Splinter that she nearly dropped to her knees and begged for his hard prick that very moment.  Had he waited any longer, she may have just done that.  But with a little smirk, she watched him clumsily mimic her movements in such a slow pace that even Michelangelo at the depths of binge-eating could have taken him down.<br/><br/>She could have taken him to the floor again, quite easily.  But Splinter had a devious plan in mind.  The arm furthest from April reached up behind her back in a lightning-fast movement and gave a slight tug to her bindings.  Just that little bit of action made her top give way with the force of her immense bosom.  She allowed April to strike her, causing the fabric to fall away as they both went to the mat.  She lay beneath the man, squirming sensually under his exquisite weight.  Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his bulge tight against her aching womanhood.<br/><br/>"Very good, my student."  Splinter leaned up, making her whiskers dance at April's neck.  "But don't become distracted by such an easy win."  She began to pepper his neck with soft kisses, intent on driving him so insane with lust that he was forced to take her.  "Your enemy won't always be an ominous ninja or knuckle-dragging oaf."  Her paws slipped up April's naked back, feeling every toned muscle.  "And defeating your opponent doesn't always mean physically assaulting them in the common ways.. some require much more.. provocative means of persuasion."