Korra moans into the kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt as she arches her back, pressing their hips together even tighter. She feels herself starting to lose control, every part of her wanting more of this rough and demanding embrace. Her body trembles with need, and she can feel herself growing wetter between her legs with each thrust of his hips against hers.

"Fuck," Korra gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders as she feels him touching her so intimately. Her hips buck against his hand, grinding herself against it in search of release. "Asami isn't going to be happy if you go home with my cum all over your hands," she pants, arching her back further as she pushes her breasts into his grip.