Date: 2014-08-08 09:13 pm (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅ Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked (Hei - Muse)
[ She slumps back heavily, and her fisting hands in his hair hit sweet notes of pain that dance across his scalp and zip down his spine to his groin. His cock is a jutting heft, hot and heavy with its swelling load. But Hei is lost in what is before him. The hot rough silk of the hair, the plump wet lips, the moisture oozing onto his tongue, all this stirs in him a quiet frenzy. ]

[ And Korra's soft sounds above, her helpless sighs, ignite some darker spark in him. Ruthlessly he licks and stabs with his tongue as if he is starved for the salty delicious flesh. Curling the round little clitoris on the tip of his tongue, suckling it with all the pressure he can exert, the wet hair covering his own mouth and nose, drenching him in that saltysweet, musky scent, as he hums even louder than Korra. Then slowing, all at once, before her excitement can escalate higher, his hands shifting, fingers sliding inside her, two probing inside her fluttering walls while the slicked pinkie and then the ring finger prod at the tight crinkle of her ass. ]
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