Smooth Moves

Whitney's leaning into the mirror doing her face thing when her eyes drift up and lock on Korra in the shower. Korra's got one leg up, razor gliding over wet skin, water sliding down her tits and cock like it knows exactly where to go. Their eyes meet through the glass and Whitney whips her head back to her own reflection like she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Korra smirks, suds dripping off her chin. "Hey! I said no peeking. You know how embarrassed I get when you watch me shave." "Wasn't peeking," Whitney lies, lips twitching. "Just checking my reflection." "Bullshit," Korra laughs. "So if I do this you won't even notice?" She mashes her tits flat against the glass, nipples dragging suds, then turns and presses her hard cock to the pane, leaving a wet streak. Finally she spins around, spreads her cheeks, and plants her ass right on the glass like she's daring Whitney to look away. Whitney's trying to stay cool but her jaw's tight and she's blinking too much. She cracks. Turns. Stares. "Knew it," Korra grins, all cocky. "You were spying." Whitney's grin turns filthy. "Yeah. So what the fuck you gonna do about it?" Korra flicks soap right at her face. Whitney yelps and laughs. "Told you you'd need a rinse," Korra says, already sliding the door open. "Get your cute ass in here."