[ There is, of course, the small fact that she loves him to death. But yeah, she likes having the best pilot in the galaxy between her legs too - and he’s right, he definitely knows what to do with his tongue. Even if she seems to be doing little more than impassively smoking, just the thought of his mouth on her has a heat building between her thighs and ancitipation drawing those muscles tight. There’s no denying the want in her eyes as she watches him.
She lifts her hips obligingly for him, exhaling another mouthful of smoke on her mildly mocking answer: ]
Oh, is that all? [ Liberated of her pants, she sits with her knees casually apart, utterly unselfconscious. ] Amazing what a person will tolerate just to get good head from a cute pilot.
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She lifts her hips obligingly for him, exhaling another mouthful of smoke on her mildly mocking answer: ]
Oh, is that all? [ Liberated of her pants, she sits with her knees casually apart, utterly unselfconscious. ] Amazing what a person will tolerate just to get good head from a cute pilot.