Slow Comfortable Screw up Against the Wall
Ingredients:
1 1/2 oz Vodka
1 1/2 oz Sloe Gin
1 1/2 oz Southern Comfort
It was all
part of the act. Keep your mind on the mission and only the mission.
Siri had lost track of how many times she had repeated that to herself over
the past few hours. The mission was the only thing that existed. Not
hardness of the wall behind her or the heat of Obi-Wan's
body against hers. There was only the Senator from Crakas
trading secrets for money over in the corner talking with a Hutt.
She tried
to concentrate on the Senator and his contact, ignoring the music and the sound
and sight of rutting bodies littering the room. Ignoring the way Obi-Wan moved
inside of her, slowly, steadily, his breath hot against her neck where he had
buried his head, allowing her to look over his shoulders. She wasn't
supposed to noticed how his cock stretched her, made her feel full and needy
and wanting nothing more than for him to pound into her hard and fast, bringing
them both to climax quickly.
Her
breasts strained against her tight top, the
fabric of his pants chafed the skin of her inner thighs. The Senator
smiled and shook hands with the Hutt and Siri saw a glint of metal hidden by their fingers. The Hutt turned away and slithered towards the exit as the
Senator reached for his companion for the night. He pulled the young man
into his arms, kissing him deeply as he groped him. Obi-Wan breathed hard
as he slid deep into her.
Siri tugged Obi-Wan's hair hard, the signal to
indicate the meet had gone down. Obi-Wan slid out of her, both of them
gasping just a little. She tugged her dress down over her hips as
Obi-Wan fastened his pants over his erection. She didn't want to notice
how slick his cock was with her juices, because it wasn't part of the mission
tonight. Nor was the look in Obi-Wan's eyes
part of the mission.
The Hutt was almost outside of the club as they quickly made
their way through the room. Their mission was to find out who the Senator
was selling secrets to.