The cantina on Tatooine reeked of spice and desperation, but Ahsoka Tano thrived in the shadows. Her lekku twitched as she scanned the room, orange skin gleaming under flickering lights. No more Jedi robes—just leather and blasters. She’d traded principles for credits, Empire bounties included. Rebels? Former Jedi? Dead was dead if the price was right.
Jax Renner slid into the booth opposite her, a cocky grin on his scarred face. “Tano. Heard you iced that Rodian Jedi last week. Cold even for you.”
Ahsoka leaned in, eyes sharp. “Jealous, Renner? Or just horny for the details? Your Empire contacts pay well, but they chatter like mynocks.”
He chuckled, voice low. “Witty as ever. But I’ve got intel on your next target—double the bounty if we team up. Or are you too busy playing lone wolf?”
“Team up?” She smirked, tracing a finger along his arm. “I don’t submit to partners, Jax. I lead. Think your cock can keep up with my pace?”
The banter crackled like blaster fire. Jax’s eyes darkened with hunger. “Try me, Tano. I bet that tight ass of yours has missed a real challenge.”
Minutes later, they were in her ship’s dim quarters. Ahsoka shoved him against the wall, strong hands unbuckling his belt. His cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing. “Not bad,” she purred, dropping to her knees for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned. She was wet, dripping with anticipation, but in control.
“Pants off, hunter,” she commanded, standing to strip. Jax complied, panting as she straddled him. Her pussy sank onto his hard length, gripping tight. They moved in rhythm—her riding him fiercely, ass bouncing, both sweating and horny. “Faster,” she demanded, witty barbs mixing with moans. “Don’t you dare come before me.”
Jax thrust up, hands on her hips. She came first, walls clenching, then he followed, cum spilling deep as they collapsed, panting in the afterglow.
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