Chapter 11 by mburns

Does Korra sabotage Bolin?

Yes

Korra moved her left leg over and felt around Bolin's back. "There it is." With one sweep of the leg, Korra pulled his pants to the ground, exposing his erect penis to the camera. Bolin flushed bright red. The two looked to Varrick, expecting to be cut off, only to receive the signal to keep going.

Korra got yet another devilish idea. "Oh Nuk Tuk, my hero!" She pulled Bolin in for an overly passionate kiss, lowering herself to her feet as she did. Bolins pupils shrank to a microscopic size, paralyzed from shock. Korra decided to go even further with it, grinding up against his hard cock, and placing her hands around his neck.

"Korra, what are you doing? Please stop!" He whispered between kisses. She gave him a pitiable look. "Sorry bud. But the show must go on." With that, she dove into him, letting his shaft enter her body, pulling it deeper in as her bare chest pushed up against his.

Varrick no longer held the script, he was too focused on enjoying the show. Korra pulled Bolin in and out at rapid succession. After about a minute, she pulled him out, right as he blew his load onto her. She got queasy, putting her finger to touch the warm, sticky white substance that now covered her midriff area. Bolin wanted to die.

"And cut! Excellent job everyone. Let's get you cleaned up and we'll work on reshoots, yeah!"

Shoot. Korra completely forgot the camera was rolling.