<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/350/1/b/mikey_by_jennyverse-d8a4qi5.jpg)</div>"Mmmm.. MMmmm!"  Michelangelo was in heaven.  She enjoyed nothing more than sucking a good, hard cock.  And Leonardo's was one of the best she'd had in a while.  He had plenty for her to take and tasted delicious!  The girl bobbed her head up and down, taking another inch with every drop into his lap.  Her tongue made circles on his head whenever she was at his tip, then drug up and down his shaft otherwise.  Slowly but surely Mikey made her way down to Leo's base.  As her lips pressed against his pelvis with a sheen of wet saliva, she held there as long as possible.  Her head twisted back and forth, making him wag within her mouth and push on the sides of her throat.<br/><br/>After nearly a minute, Mikey came up for air.  "Guh! Mmmm, god you taste so good! I could suck this lollipop all day long."  Again she dropped down, taking Leo all the way into her throat in one wet thrust.  She began to hum, sending vibrations down his length before pulling up again.  Mikey came only halfway before sliding down again, starting to increase her speed as she fucked her brother with her face.<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/352/b/3/casey_by_jennyverse-d8a9i05.jpg)</div>It had been a long night.  No matter how many hours she spent out on the streets, no matter how many thugs she put down, there always seemed to be more.  That night was no different.  Just when Casey Jones thought she would take off home to a nice, long hockey game and a couple beers, she heard the familiar sounds of a fight about to erupt.  It had been her sworn duty to protect the innocent of her town for years now.  She would have to put off relaxation for another few minutes.  Maybe the person she saved this time would give her some pizza money even.<br/><br/>Looking around into the alley, Casey saw two young men brandishing weapons at some old guy with a hunch in a trench coat.  She shook her head at how desperate punks were these days, picking on the elderly.  Without a second to spare, the woman pulled a pair of baseball bats from the golf bag slung over her shoulder and took off towards the fight.  She gave a little smirk under her hockey mask, at least glad to see the odds so evenly matched.<br/><br/>With a short leap, Casey landed between the pair of juvies and the man.  She swung her weapons menacingly, ready for battle.  The girl looked over her shoulder briefly and called out, "Beat it, old-timer! I got this- DAMN!"  The little look was enough to take her out of the fight for a crucial moment.  A nunchuck caught her in the knuckles, nearly causing her to drop one of the bats.  She looked at him with her head cocked back, suddenly enraged that he dared to hit her.  "You son of  a," she said as her body reacted.  Casey lunged forward, catching the boy in the shoulder with her bat.  She kicked at the other, not connecting, but at least making him jump back while she dealt with the first.