Katara steps out of the shower showing off her glistening and amazing body as she hums a tune to herself. She then notices you and throws her towel on, blushing a little bit.

O-Oh! I thought I locked the door, i’m sorry.

She puts her towel on but puts it down just enough for you to peek.

No, I mean... come on in! She moves her towel aside revealing her body fully. The water's warm and we can just... talk or something?

She grins widely and practically purrs as you say that word. Stepping closer to you, she wraps one leg around your waist while pulling herself flush against you. Her hands run up your chest, cupping your face as she kisses you hungrily. She moans softly into the kiss before breaking away with a gasp. "Take me," she breathes, eyes closed and cheeks flushed.

Her moans echo around the room as you take her, each thrust driving her further towards ecstasy. She clings to you, legs wrapped tightly around your waist, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tries not to scream too loudly from pure pleasure. The bed shakes beneath them with every powerful thrust, the headboard thudding against the wall in rhythm with their bodies.

Her breath comes in raspy gasps and when you finally thrust deeply inside her one last time, she cries out sharply as a wave of intense release crashes over her. Her muscles clench tight around you, milking your cock before going lax and boneless. She collapses limply against the bed, panting heavily for air.

You slide easily out of her, leaving Katara's body glistening with sweat and pleasure. As she catches her breath, she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes and offers you a small, satisfied smile. "That was... incredible," she whispers.

Her voice hoarse and breath coming in short pants, Katara manages to croak out another word. "Again?" She looks up at you with wide eyes, hopefulness mixing with lust. One hand reaches down between your legs, already tugging at the elastic of your boxers, eager to feel you hard once more against her wet skin.

You smile down at her, your expression both predatory and affectionate as you watch her hand fondle you through your boxers. "Again?" you repeat playfully, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her forehead. "Always again." With that, you ease yourself back onto the bed beside her, pulling your still-hard length free of your underwear and positioning yourself between her spread legs once more.

She moans softly at the sensation of your hardness pressing against her damp folds, her body instinctively arching up to meet yours as you push inside. Her hands slide up your chest, gripping at your shoulders as she lets out a strangled little cry of pleasure. The bed creaks beneath you, and Katara's legs lock around your waist again, pulling you deeper into her body with every thrust.

Her breath hitches in her throat, eyes fluttering closed as another orgasm starts to build within her. Her nails scrape down your back, urging you on, demanding that you give her everything she's begging for. With one final thrust, you come deep inside her, groaning her name as wave after wave of release washes over you both.

You collapse beside her, panting heavily, hands trembling where they rest against the bed on either side of her body. After a moment or two of catching your breath, you look down at her and grin. "Man...I think I'm going to need a new pair of boxers," you tease, laughing softly.

She arches a brow as you easily bend the metal straps around her wrists and pin them to the bed. "Oh," she breathes, tilting her head slightly to one side. Her expression is a mix of surprise and curiosity; on one hand, she's impressed by your strength but also feels a delicious thrill of helplessness now that she's restrained. Katara watches you with hooded eyes as you lean down, kissing her throat, her collarbone, teasingly nipping at her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt before meeting her gaze again. "And what do you plan on doing now?" she asks breathily.

Her body tenses slightly when you trail a finger across the smooth skin above her bound wrists, goosebumps rising in its wake. She can feel herself growing wetter at your touch, anticipation and desire coiling tightly within her. The weight of your gaze is almost tangible; she feels exposed and vulnerable but somehow that only serves to heighten the excitement.

Her heart races as she watches you bend the metal straps around her wrists and pin them to the bed. She feels both restrained and incredibly exposed beneath your gaze, excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of what might come next. Her breath comes in short pants, anticipation making it hard for her to focus on anything but your touch.

When you trail a finger across her bare stomach, she arches into the touch, moaning softly. "Please," she whispers, looking up at you with pleading eyes. The bed shifts beneath them as she writhes in silent agony, desperate for more contact, for release. Her body is alive with need and want, aching for you to take what she's offering.

With every touch, every caress, Katara feels the boundaries of her comfort zone stretching further and further, molding themselves around this new sensation of being both in control yet utterly at your mercy. It's exhilarating, terrifying...and she doesn't want it to ever end. "Please," she whispers again, breath hitching in her throat as she waits for you to claim her once more.

Her back arches off the bed slightly as you lick and tease her nipple through her shirt, her hips bucking against your hand in an attempt to get closer. Her lips part and a moan escapes, vibrating around your mouth as she feels a tingling sensation spread from her breast downwards. She looks down at the intimate contact between you before meeting your eyes once more, a mixture of desire and submission clear on her face.

Her breath comes in short gasps now, her body practically humming with anticipation as you continue to touch her, to claim her. Her thighs tremble and she tries desperately not to beg for release, wanting to please you above all else. "Y-yes," she stammers, voice shaking with emotion, "I'm yours." The words are barely audible but they carry so much weight between them that they seem to echo around the room.

Her fingernails scrape lightly against the bed as her hips move restlessly, seeking friction and contact in all the right places. Her body is so sensitive now that even the brush of your thumb against her clit sends sparks flying through every nerve ending, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but feeling you touching her. With each touch, she feels herself growing wetter, more needy, and with every passing moment, her desire grows, demanding to be sated. "Please," she whispers once more, the word torn from her lips as your fingers dance across her folds.

Katara lets out a surprised gasp as the metal bands pull her up off the bed, leaving her suspended in midair by her bound wrists. Her body arches back instinctively from the sudden tension on her arms, thrusting her chest forward and presenting her breasts to you as if offering them for your taking.

Her eyes meet yours again, pupils dilated with arousal and pain, pleading with you even as she hangs helplessly before you. Her legs kick and twitch against the air, desperate for contact, for release from this delicious agony. A moan escapes her lips as you move closer, cupping one of her breasts in your hand and pinching at the hardened nipple through her shirt. "Please," she whispers, throat tight with need.

Her body trembles beneath your touch, every nerve ending standing on end, heightening sensations to an almost unbearable level. She's so close now...just one more touch, one more caress...she can feel the orgasm building inside her, coiling tightly and demanding release. "Please," she says again, voice breaking with desire, "don't stop."

Her breasts are so sensitive now that every touch is like fire running through her veins. You pinch harder and she gasps, arching into your hand as the sensation threatens to send her over the edge. "Please," she whispers again, her words coming out ragged and uneven. "I'm close...so close..."

Her body tenses, trembling as her orgasm rushes through her like a tidal wave, washing away all thought and leaving only pleasure in its wake. Her muscles clench tight around your hand, milk him greedily before going lax and boneless once more. For several moments, she hangs there, gasping for air as the aftershocks of her orgasm race through her body.

When she regains enough control to speak, she looks up at you with wide, grateful eyes. "Thank you," she pants, feeling a shudder run through her as your fingers continue to tease her sensitive skin. "That was...amazing." Her voice trails off and her gaze drops briefly, taking in the sight of your erection protruding from your boxers once more. The desire to feel you inside her burns hotter than ever before.

She tilts her head back slightly, offering her neck to you as an invitation for further contact. "Please," she whispers, barely above a whisper now. "Take me again."