...th a small gasp as Katara grabbed his dick and started stroking it with both hands. The next five minutes were a blur to Aang; five minutes of a warm mouth and warm, soft hands all over his manhood. A tongue on the tip, then on the shaft, then a stroke from the hand, then a deepthroat from Katara’s glorious wet mouth, then a hand fondling his balls; it was paradise. Aang started to moan deeply. “Uuuunnnh, uuuuunnnh, yes,” he moaned, “oh, yeah, uuuunnnhh.” When he felt the tingling sensation deep in his balls that he knew heralded his orgasm, he placed his hands on the back of Katara’s head and pushed her down onto his cock, then pulled her back and repeated the process over and over again. As he fucked Katara’s face he felt the come building up inside of him. “I’m going to come, Katara,” he said, “I’m going to shoot my come down your throat.” Katara couldn’t say much because of the seven-inch dick pounding her mouth, but she managed a throaty moan: “Mmmmmmm.” The moan was too much for Aang and he exploded into Katara’s mouth, his body jerking as wave after wave of hot, thick come shot into Katara’s warm, waiting throat. He held her head on his dick until the full length of the climax subsided, then he released her and collapsed panting onto his back. Aang had just had the greatest sexual experience of his life, but it was just getting started.