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"How many orgasms have you had at most in one night during my absence?"
Leonardo lowered his head and gently slipped his mate's neck with his cheek, leaving a series of tiny, tender kisses, hot breath mixed with musk, like Mellow Mead, nailing the deep desire into Mikey's lower body.
Leader's sudden question stunned Mikey for a moment. Right at this moment, the slippery fingers that had been lingering at the edge of his entrance penetrated his cloaca irresistible.
“Three times... ahhh...” Michelangelo's wrists tightened under the mask that bound him. The numbing pleasure made his tail twitch, and his voice twisted abnormally because of the pleasure.
The leader let out a low nasal sound, Michelangelo gulped and went on to explain, “The first Christmas Eve you left...Raph and Don almost bled me dry...”
The fingers were covered in lubricant moved forcefully in and out of his cloaca, leaving Michelangelo feeling the knot tightening in his stomach while his dick being ignored swings helplessly in the air. It was the first time they have sex since Leo came back three years later, His brother has more calluses on his fingers but still found his sensitive spots immediately.
The delicate pressure on his prostate almost immediately caused him to cum，
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desperate desire and longing made him suck clench the finger inside him, throwing up his head and groaning loudly.
Mikey was trapped between his brother's breastplate and the bed, writhing only for more friction.
Leo's expression was focused and calm, it was completely different from the condition of his lower body, Mikey could feel his brother's hard, hot dick resting quietly on his inner thigh, dripping mucus from the tip leaves a musk signature scent, the scent of his leader
How the shell did he do that, under THIS situation?
Just when he was puzzled, the finger inside pulled out quickly. Michelangelo gasped, he could feel his cloaca is contracting because of the rapid withdrawal, his brother tilt head slightly planted a kiss on his cheek. Then Leonardo straightened his upper body, took hold of his lubricated penis, and leaned forward,
""Forget that,close your eyes, but don't lose consciousness." the leader commanded, Michelangelo shuddered at the deep, calm voice.
"Tonight will be no less than the other night..."