FanFicFri: The Hand That Feeds
Up and down as her thighs quivered in reaction.
She stood on the marbled terrace, watching him, now.
Luke grew up on a boring desert planet.
Or did Luke, a hermit on the Skellig Michael island, finally decide to just give it up to an alien? It was basically Tattooinian Graffiti.
Deep within her, her body flowered in time to it.
It's undetermined, but in the one I made for him myself, the answer is: no.