...ely, what about you?”
Ahsoka grimaced. “Like no one cares about me, ever since the change in uniforms. Just because I don’t strut my stuff doesn’t mean I should
Anakin nodded understandingly. “They just never see a female face.”
“Or anything else.”
Anakin thought a moment. What had he felt at that age? The urgent need to strip Padme silly, take out his cock, and plunge it in her.
Funny, that was what he did most days off, now. He could hear her begging him in his dreams.
Oh, Ani. Fill me with your cum. Make me pregnant, I don’t care. Just fill me with your- ohhhh, right there, right there, don’t stop, don’t stop, DON’T STOP!
Anakin looked at Ahsoka, who was biting her lip in thought.
“Anakin, do I look hot?”
Anakin’s cock hardened, straightened, urged to pop free and into the togruta jedi sitting half-naked a foot away from him, asking him… well, a question that could lead to so much more.
He left behind Padme- the thought of her grinning seductively, and placed a hand of Ahsoka’s breast.
“Hot enough to…”
Ahsoka looked up at him. “Fuck?”
For a minute, they didn’t move. Then, it was a flurry...