[ It's a deadpan token -- a twitch of a smile lurking around the edges of his mouth. ]
[ Taking the bottle, he delays only to snatch the pack of rubbers out of the drawer. Returns with his dick already sheathed and lubed; his hands, greasy with his preparation, snatch at Korra, hauling her around with an unwieldy care until he's settled her into place below him, head on a pillow, hair tendriling everywhere like dark ivy and thighs spilling open. ]
[ For a moment he simply hovers over her, the condom-shiny crown of his cock dipping against her belly. It is dark enough that he can't make out more than her outline, washed-out hues of color and blurred shapes. Her eyes are a close-range blue glow, her face splotched with red, the kisses making her mouth seem faintly stained and swollen. She's come out in a light bloom of sweat, the salty aroma of her suffusing the air. A strange tropical gift, washed across the shores of his bed: succulent and seafoamy, not exactly beautiful but so stunningly pretty. ]
[ Dipping his head, he kisses her, his mouth full of the taste of Korra's sex. Lush, strangely tender, his teeth teasing her plump lower-lip. At the same time he moves heavily over her, the python length of his body resting between her parted legs. One hand wedges between them: he cups her sex possessively a moment, squeezing, before his lubed fingers wriggle lower to caress slowly that tight pucker that flinches, then flexes to engulf him inch by inch -- a cautious preliminary. ]
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[ It's a deadpan token -- a twitch of a smile lurking around the edges of his mouth. ]
[ Taking the bottle, he delays only to snatch the pack of rubbers out of the drawer. Returns with his dick already sheathed and lubed; his hands, greasy with his preparation, snatch at Korra, hauling her around with an unwieldy care until he's settled her into place below him, head on a pillow, hair tendriling everywhere like dark ivy and thighs spilling open. ]
[ For a moment he simply hovers over her, the condom-shiny crown of his cock dipping against her belly. It is dark enough that he can't make out more than her outline, washed-out hues of color and blurred shapes. Her eyes are a close-range blue glow, her face splotched with red, the kisses making her mouth seem faintly stained and swollen. She's come out in a light bloom of sweat, the salty aroma of her suffusing the air. A strange tropical gift, washed across the shores of his bed: succulent and seafoamy, not exactly beautiful but so stunningly pretty. ]
[ Dipping his head, he kisses her, his mouth full of the taste of Korra's sex. Lush, strangely tender, his teeth teasing her plump lower-lip. At the same time he moves heavily over her, the python length of his body resting between her parted legs. One hand wedges between them: he cups her sex possessively a moment, squeezing, before his lubed fingers wriggle lower to caress slowly that tight pucker that flinches, then flexes to engulf him inch by inch -- a cautious preliminary. ]