Talking about lightsabers

Dak boarded Lixa with his missile again slowly up her ramp. They were both sweaty all over, but still horny as hell. She moaned as she felt his missile become fully operational. She witnessed it's full power inside of her as he searched her cargo hold.

Lustrous blond moaned as a handsome he-devil used her. She looked at Dak's handsome yet soft kind of boyish face and slid her fingernails on his muscular chest. He took her long shapely legs on his shoulders. He worked in her hold with his tool. Lixa helped him with her fingertips. Her hold was getting very moist with natural lubricants. His missile fitted well pleasing both of them.

"I need a lightsaber." She moaned turning around showing her sweet buns.

"Aren't you getting one?" Dak laughed placing his hands on her voluptuous hips.

"Very funny." She smiled intriguingly. "We need ****." She continued.

"I know what you mean." Dak panted moving his imaginary lightsaber inside of her.

"Just keep on doing it." She purred. "We'll find it someday."

He skillfully used his saber while she used her assets to move along with his moves. Their training was going well indeed. She moved her hand to help his saber to be more pleasing. They both were sweaty from their cooperation. His sabre had found a perfect angle and her fingers moved at the strategical location. They both moved with strength and agility towards each other his saber giving them both great pleasure. Their moves and breathing were getting more intense and his saber and her hold lightened up the cockpit as they both hollered at the same time.