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Korra loves Asami.
She loves the way she laughs at one of Korra’s dumb jokes.
She loves the way she blushes and gasps at risqué things whispered into her ear.
She loves the soft flesh of her breasts and their stiff pink peaks that beg to be sucked on and pinched.
She loves the way the dark hair below her navel collects dewdrops of Korra’s saliva and Asami’s own sweet nectar.
She loves the taste of Asami’s arousal as it drips from her opening and down onto soaked sheets.
She loves the way her walls squeeze tight and flutter when Asami cums, and she loves the strangles moans of Korra’s own name that are released from her kiss-swollen ruby lips.
Korra loves Asami.