Asami fucks korra

She grips Korra's shoulders, sinking down onto her cock inch by inch, her body welcoming her inside with slow, torturous movements. Korra's vision whites out for a moment as pleasure crashes over her, her entire body tensing like a bowstring. A guttural groan rips from her throat as she feels herself fully sheathed inside asami, the heat and tightness overwhelming.

"Gods," Asami breathes, her nails digging into Korra's shoulders. She remains still for a moment, adjusting to the stretch before beginning to move. Each roll of her hips sends sparks through Korra's body, the unfamiliar stimulation making her tremble beneath asami.

Asami moves with deliberate slowness at first, creating delicious friction as she grinds down onto korra. Korra's hands leave the sheets to grip her thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as she struggles to maintain some semblance of control.

"Mistress," Korra gasps, her hips bucking upward instinctively. The word feels wrong yet right on her tongue, an acknowledgment of asami's dominance even as her body betrays her, **** for more.

Asami watches you with half-lidded eyes, her pace gradually picking up as she finds her rhythm. Korra's cock throbs inside her, already so sensitive Korra isn't sure how much longer she can last.

Korra's fingers dig harder into asami's thighs as her pace quickens, her slick walls clamping down around her length during every downstroke. The coil of tension in her belly tightens almost painfully, pleasure shooting up her spine with every movement of asami's hips.

"I-I can't... Mistress," Korra gasps, the words tumbling out with **** urgency. "Please, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Her warning dissolves into a broken moan as asami leans forward, pressing her breasts against her chest, her nipples dragging against her skin.

Asami slows just slightly, rolling her hips in tight circles that rub Korra in all the right places. "You want to come for me, don't you?"

Korra nods frantically, her entire body taut with need. "Yes! Please! I need to!" Her hands slide up jer thighs to grip asami's hips, her fingers pressing into the soft flesh as she tries to thrust up into asami. The friction becomes unbearable as Asami rides korra with precise movements, keeping korra right on the edge without letting her tip over.