"TNR:To influence difficult Councilors, of course. Your pussy won us countless political victory's with the Rebellion. I'm hoping the past will repeat itself."

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You try to withhold your disappointment that you won't be fucking Mothma, and look forward to who you will be fucking.

"Who did you have in mind?" You ask her.

"Councilor Borsk Fey'lya."

"The Bothan?" You ask. You've never fucked a Bothan before, but with all that hair everywhere, you know It'll be fun.

"Yes. He's been causing trouble from the very beginning. I'm hoping we can provide him with something to take his mind off of disagreeing with us."

You smile at Mothma. She always was clever.

"Us?" You ask.

Mothma pulls her gown even lower until you can just barely see her tits. "Yes. Bothans are notorious for three-sums." She winks at you.

You follow her lead, and pull your gown low over your cleavage, and use your lightsaber to cut off the bottom portion of both your gowns. They rest just below you asses. As Mon gets up and walks to the door, you see she isn't wearing any panties.

"Councilor Fey'lya, please come in..." She says seductively. You walk opposite the door when he walks in.

"Listen Mothma; If you think for one moment that I'll-" He says before catching a glimpse of the both of you.

"What is this?" He demands.

"We were bored, and was wondering if you wanted to play."Mothma whispered.

"Um, well yes, I mean I couldn't! Its, um..." Mothma ran her hand over his chest, slowly undoing the clasps that held it together.

"Please, Borsk? We'll do anything." You tell him. He stutters again.

"Please, Councilors, I must protest," He half argued. You run a finger around his ear before stepping in front of him.

"Protest this?" You jokingly ask, running your hands around your body. "Don't you want me, Borsk?"

By now Mothma had his shirt undone and on the floor, and your surprised at how sexy his chest is. So strong, and masculine... you tkae his hands and use them to move around your body. You love the feeling of his hands on you.

"So... What do you say?" You ask, resting his hands on your breasts. He grunts.

"Who do I fuck first?"


TNR: Me!

TNR: Her; I'll watch

TNR: First? Both of us!

Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga
Character:
Leia Organa Solo
Setting:
The New Republic

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