... he was relentless in his massage. Soon she moaned, and leaned backed into his hands. He edged her forward, and slid in behind her. Feeling his hardness against her back, caused Katara to make a soft “Oh”, and tense a bit, but he kept massaging her shoulders.
‘Spread your area wider, that way, you can work your way down her back.’ Aang was now rubbing her back, and Katara was emitting little moans and squeals, and wiggling her hips, which were pressed against his engorged member. And Aang also let out a low groan.
“Katara…” He then slipped his hands around to her front, and rubbed her breasts. Katara moaned, and pressed her chest into his hands. He kneaded then, expertly pinching her nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Leaving one had to play with Katara’s perky breasts, he let his other hand slide down her flat stomach, toward his ultimate goal.
“Aang! Ooh, ahn…” she moaned, unable to form complete sentences. When had little Aang grown up? When had he become so experienced? And from the feel of it, he was all grown up… Katara then felt him sliding his hand down the lips of her nether regions. She moaned louder. Aang parted them, only to pinch and rub at her clit. Katara was convulsing in pleasure then, and something inside her exploded. She could only look up into Aang’s smiling passive face and lose herself in the waves of pleasure that were cresting over her. Aang quietly...