...eep down that Korra's pussy will be just as beautiful as the rest of her. Although his imaginary self longs to enter into Korra's warmth, he wants to taste her first. Losing control of his hips, which are now bucking into the air in time with his hand, Mako pictures himself bringing his head to her nether lips, and hesitantly reaching out with his tongue for his very first taste of a woman. Not knowing what Korra really tastes like, ideas run through Mako's head. Anything overly sugary or ultra sweet is out. No, her flavor has to be something richer, something strong like her. Whatever it is, Mako knows he will love it if ever by some miracle he gets to live out this fantasy.
The imaginary Mako becomes more sure of himself as Korra responds positively to everything he does. Moving on from simply licking her, and inhaling her scent, Mako discovers her swollen clit and begins to play with it. He is rewarded with the sweet sounds of her moans and gasps. Oh, to hear the real thing, to hear Korra cry out in pleasure. To hear her panting, begging Mako for more, screaming yes over and over, and then finally she would reach her orgasm and let out the most beautiful piercing cry of ecstasy ever heard.
With a cry of his own Mako finally reaches his own orgasm, and erupts into his hand with some of his cum landing on his shirt and pants. Mako shivers, stroking his softening erection just a few more times for that l...