[ The slick stretch of her entrance is perfect, thick fingers spreading her open. Perfect, but different; the ridged leather of his gloves creates a new texture that has her gasping out anguished moans into the meat of his shoulder and clinging tighter to his bicep simply to keep upright. That pressure of her hand becomes nearly bruising as he curves his fingers just right, cunt fluttering around him as she buckles at the knees.
Thankfully, there isn't anywhere to fall. Ben's grasp keeps her stable, a sturdy pillar to keep her anchored. And perhaps that's what they are for one another — a grounding force, even when taking the other apart as calculatedly as he does with the stroking motions of his fingers against her walls. ]
Isn't that what you want? Making the last Jedi a slut for your cock?
[ She manages to grit out rather than the sullen, frustrated I don't care that wants to tear its way out of her throat in a growl. It's true, regardless; she doesn't care for outdated ideals that had alienated the Jedi from their loved ones, nor does she have the scope of focus required to reflect on it when she's as close to coming as she is. The muscles in her inner thighs quake with it, shivering and shuddering against his chest as he pushes her toward that edge. ]
that's my secret #3 talent, beaten only by my #2 talent of being trash
Thankfully, there isn't anywhere to fall. Ben's grasp keeps her stable, a sturdy pillar to keep her anchored. And perhaps that's what they are for one another — a grounding force, even when taking the other apart as calculatedly as he does with the stroking motions of his fingers against her walls. ]
Isn't that what you want? Making the last Jedi a slut for your cock?
[ She manages to grit out rather than the sullen, frustrated I don't care that wants to tear its way out of her throat in a growl. It's true, regardless; she doesn't care for outdated ideals that had alienated the Jedi from their loved ones, nor does she have the scope of focus required to reflect on it when she's as close to coming as she is. The muscles in her inner thighs quake with it, shivering and shuddering against his chest as he pushes her toward that edge. ]