Pulling the moaning, half-insensate Korra off of Bolin's still-hard member, Asami licked her lips. Lining up his cock with her entrance, she inched herself down onto the earthbender's mighty rod.
She moaned, feeling how completely he filled her up every inch of the way as she lowered herself further and further down onto his cock. He stretched her out in such an amazing way, his massive throbbing manhood surpassing even his brother's in length and girth (and for all of his faults, real or imagined, Mako had certainly not lacked anything under the hood).
Eventually, she reached the point where she could fit no more of Bolin's meat inside of her. It just wasn't possible. She was at the phsyical limit of how much could be stuffed inside her pussy.
So she began rocking back and forth, thrusting herself up and down on the probender's stone hard dick.
Asami moaned, fucking Bolin faster and harder, grinding herself on his cock deeper and longer and wider and more.
She was gasping and panting, playing shamelessly with her generous, creamy white breasts -- not quite as large as Korra's, of course, but then not many were -- as she rode Bolin like her Satomobile brand motorcycle, fast and dangerous and reckless.
She came with a wail, gasping and shuddering as she felt Bolin's cock shoot some of his seed inside of her. She went weak in the knees, her legs turning to jelly beneath her. She rough, broad, calloused hands squeeze her breasts, and she could not help tumbling back, boneless and willing, her legs spread and her pussy still hungry for more.
That was when she noticed that Bolin was on top of her, no longer contained in the wall.
The chi-blocking had worn off.
If it had been someone other than Bolin, Asami supposed she might have been worried about what they might do to her, naked and reduced to a puddle of orgasmic bliss as she was. But since it was Bolin, she simply smiled up at him and asked:
"Ready for round two, big boy?"
How did Bolin respond?