Jyn, and Han doesn't fuck around

Han shook his head. He really wanted to spread his seed further and fuck Jyn too, but she still had at least four articles of clothing preventing him from doing that. Han was a sneaky smuggler. He had tricks when it came to getting women out of their clothes, and Jyn was about to learn one. Han didn't remove her jacket or her socks, instead he reached under Erso's shirt and copped a feel of her breasts before turning his attention to her bra. Using slight of hand and a little thieves' magic he easily removed her bra from under her shirt, letting Jyn's breasts hang there and sway freely from now.

Jyn couldn't help but blush, not just from this action, but from being so close to Han's huge hopping horsecock. She reached out to stroke it, but Han had already returned to his seat and everyone was staring at her. Jyn regained her composure and spun the bottle.