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Remember: everything Korra says is made up.
The sun beats down on the beach, leaving cream-colored sand hot enough to sting your feet if you spend too much time in one place. It doesn't seem to bother the girls you're watching play volleyball. They've set up a net a little ways down the strand, and have started to bat the ball back and forth. Your eye keeps coming to rest on one girl in particular: dark, with a long, sleek ponytail and a tight ass that jiggles enticingly every time she swats the ball across the net.
Not wanting to get caught ogling them, you turn your eyes back to the waves, watching people surf or swim in the azure expanse. Before long, their cries of exertion, excitingly like moans, fade into the background of surf and seagulls, and the girls fade from your memory until you see that dark-skinned girl cross the sand in front of you, giving you a perfect view as she struts down the beach. Long, toned legs end in an ass that begs to be squeezed, and under the dusky skin of her stomach there's a hint of ab that contrasts with a pair of full breasts. All of it's wrapped up in a little string bikini of blue and white, that covers her nipples and her crotch but leaves everything else on delicious display.
She glances at you as she retires from the game, and notices you looking. Not that it seems to bother her-- she still spreads a towel on the sand not too far away from you, and lies down with a hint of weariness. "Aahh. That was fun, but my feet are killing me," she sighs, before rolling onto her side to face you. "Hey you. Could ya help me put some more sunscreen on? Think I'm gonna go for a dip and cool off a bit."
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