"Okay," said Asami softly, blushing a bright beet red. "I'll do it... for Bolin."
Ginger gave the brunette a lusty smile.
"Whatever you need to tell yourself, darling," she purred, before mashing her lips against Asami's. She kissed the younger woman deeply, passionately, her tongue invading the fair lass's mouth.
Then she rolled over, pinning Miss Sato beneath her even as she deepened the kiss yet further, causing Asami to weakly moan and shiver. She tasted every inch of Asami's mouth, devouring the sweet scent of her breath. She traced every contour of her palate, licking the younger woman's tongue and nibbling her soft, plump lips.
Ginger's hands moved up and down Asami's body, deftly undoing buttons and buckles. She undressed the Republic City entrepreneur, discarding the various pieces of her outfit. It was like a puzzle, almost, finding the right part to remove to expose the other parts, and gradually revealing the smooth, pale flesh of Miss Sato's beautiful naked body.
When Asami was fully naked, Ginger finally broke off the kiss, leaning back a few inches to smile hungrily at the adorable young woman. She raked her eyes greedily up and down the lass's naked form, appreciatively beholding the many generous hills and valleys of Asami's young, nubile body.
"You look almost good enough to eat..." the redhead coyly remarked, causing Miss Sato to blush. Then she smirked, and skillfully slipped off her own dress. She wore nothing underneath, and the garment was easy to remove.
Asami's eyes widened a little at the sight of Ginger's naked body. The supermodel might have been the most buxom woman she had ever encountered, surpassing even Korra, and every facet of her body seemed to be utterly flawless. If Asami herself was beautiful, then Ginger was a veritable goddess of glamour and sensuality. She was gorgeous, from her striking red hair all the way down to her hourglass figure, miles-long legs, and her dainty, adorable, perfectly pedicured toes.
She blushed, feeling very self-conscious all of a sudden. Certainly, Miss Sato took a sort of pride in her lovely appearance, but for Ginger looks were everything. Her beauty was her life, her earning power, and Ginger did everything in her power to preserve and perfect those mover star looks.
Maybe that was just the difference between them. In terms of looks, Asami might have been a firecracker, but Ginger was a megaton bombshell.
And Asami, half unconsciously, cupped the redhead's generous bosom with a hint of awe, blushing as she felt Ginger return the favor and then some.
"They say that massaging your breasts helps them grow," remarked Ginger casually as she kneaded Asami's mammaries, rubbing and rolling them between her fingers. She let out a soft moan, then, feeling Miss Sato tweak her nipples. "Oh! My. Good..." she purred. "Very good."
Asami yelped when she felt Ginger do the same, but with an added twist and tug that had her panting and groaning incoherently. Her pussy was wet, and she whimpered when she felt Ginger's gaze shift to it.
"You look like you're getting ready," was all the redhead said, before suddenly leaning back and pressing her own womanhood against Asami's.
Miss Sato moaned along with Ginger as the two of them began furiously scissoring.
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