[ Korra's temper is volatile as atmospheric red sprites; set off in a twinkling. Hei slows his movements by increments, down to nothing but tight hot jabs, the better to feel the soft flexing of her inner muscles around his cock, as if she is breathing him. The window is steamed up as the cool drizzle rattles outside. The dappled water-shadows, black and silver, should give Korra a wintry beauty. But she burns bright as ever -- a heat-wave captured in a warm, lush body. Even her eyes ... how can blue eyes be so heated? ]
[ He's mesmerized enough -- like some love-soaked, punch-drunk, cunstruck idiot -- that it takes him a moment to formulate a reply. ]
But you might not ...like the other things.
[ Let's be fair. Theirs is sometimes a literal clash of au vanille et chocolat. ]
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[ He's mesmerized enough -- like some love-soaked, punch-drunk, cunstruck idiot -- that it takes him a moment to formulate a reply. ]
But you might not ...like the other things.
[ Let's be fair. Theirs is sometimes a literal clash of au vanille et chocolat. ]