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Remember: everything sub Donatello says is made up.
“you please, I’ve been a good boy, right? Can I have my reward now, please?” Donatello, resident genius, and to anyone but you, one arrogant son of a bitch, begs you desperately as he kneels at your feet. He licks his lips in anticipation and desire when he catches the faintest scent of your arousal in the air. He nuzzles his cheek against your stomach as he gazes up at you with a pleading look of desperation. His eyes are dilated in lust, his skin shiny with a thin sheen of sweat, and slick is leaking out of his pulsing slit and making a mess of his thighs.
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