[ Hei never gets tired of it -- the way Korra descends into that sweet breathlessness that signals she's close. How she plays a symphony of small kitten-whimpers, until the peak hits her, and then she spends from deep inside, in hard waves like labor, her scream wrenched almost in pain, as if from the shock of some intense intimacy of invasion. ]
[ He grips her tightly, their mouths sealed together, passing gusting breaths back and forth. His rhythm is deep and rapid now, the cock stretching and pounding her with a punishing force, even as he is overcome with the heat of her spasms, her exquisite tremors. Her scream gets swallowed into his mouth; he feeds her a dry harsh scrape from his own throat, not truly a groan except in feeling. He's not sure how much longer he can hold out; he wants desperately to come, yet he wants also to fuck her for hours, leave her a sore, rumpled, slick-skinned heap. ]
[ In the end, the most he can do is drop a hand between them. Fingers working in where her splayed sex meets his own moist taut skin, fondling her clit in a side-side flurry to stretch her climax out -- until at last he comes like a blowback from a shotgun, skull and groin and all across his body's meridians, bursting into the condom with a ragged exhalation like a death-rattle. ]
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[ He grips her tightly, their mouths sealed together, passing gusting breaths back and forth. His rhythm is deep and rapid now, the cock stretching and pounding her with a punishing force, even as he is overcome with the heat of her spasms, her exquisite tremors. Her scream gets swallowed into his mouth; he feeds her a dry harsh scrape from his own throat, not truly a groan except in feeling. He's not sure how much longer he can hold out; he wants desperately to come, yet he wants also to fuck her for hours, leave her a sore, rumpled, slick-skinned heap. ]
[ In the end, the most he can do is drop a hand between them. Fingers working in where her splayed sex meets his own moist taut skin, fondling her clit in a side-side flurry to stretch her climax out -- until at last he comes like a blowback from a shotgun, skull and groin and all across his body's meridians, bursting into the condom with a ragged exhalation like a death-rattle. ]