"Weapon inspection, trooper!"

"Weapon inspection, trooper!" you grin wickedly, directing your gaze to the soldier's manhood standing rigid between his thighs. He gives you a sly look, and takes a hand to his cock, grasping it firmly around the mid-section.

"So you're not going to get down and dirty in this fight, ma'am?" he asks wolfishly, slowly stroking his hand along the length of his reddened phallus. Drops of pre-cum dribble from his cockhead, running down his shaft to soak into his hand.

You raise an eyebrow, watching the display in appreciation. "This is reconnaissance, soldier. Never go headlong into the breach without knowing what you'll be up against. Or what will be up against you." You sit back, resting your ass on the backs of your legs, watching the man pump his hand on his cock, his face slowly contorting with pleasure. You lick your lips at the sight, and lower your hand to your waiting snatch, resuming your interrupted act of self-pleasure. "Impressive weapon, soldier," you murmur, plugging your cunt with two fingers.

"It's seen a fair bit of action," Trask replies in a strained voice. "Nothing it couldn't handle, though."

You grin. "Yet." You jam your fingers faster into your sopping pussy, feeling your body tingle as if electrified, finding intensely perverse pleasure in watching Trask bring himself off. With every upward stroke of his hand, he rubs the tip of his cock with his thumb, brushing the spongy head lightly and making himself shudder in pleasure.

At the sight, you decide you can't just sit this one out. You scoot back onto your rear, and slip your left leg out from under you. Trask halts in his ministrations, watching as you reach your bare leg across to him, and touch your toes delicately to the tip of his cock. He smiles. "Couldn't stay away, huh?"

"I'm always up for a battle," you comment, sliding the flat of your foot down the length of his member, and back again. You wiggle your toes teasingly over his uretha, making his cock jerk upwards. You giggle, and stretch out your right leg, squeezing Trask's shaft gently between your feet. Carefully, his prick nestled in the hollow of your joined feet, you begin diligently wanking the soldier off. He leans back in pleasure, letting you work your feet up and down his manhood.

You widen your thighs, keeping your feet pressed against the man's cock, and return your hand to your honey-pot. Trask watches in fascination as you perform an act of mutual masterbation, your three bare limbs working like pistons. You release his cock briefly, stretching the first two toes of your right foot to grip his dick between them and jack him off at a quicker speed. You soon return pressure with both feet, and Trask moans in delight. "You're good..." he murmurs, and you feel his orgasm approaching.

You scoot forwards on your hands and knees and gulp his cock into your mouth, giving the coup de grâce with slobbering licks of your skilled tongue. You feel the spunk rising fast through his shaft, and pull away, bringing your feet up to catch the jet of cum that shoots from his barrel. It splashes over the curve of your left foot, followed by a streak over the toes of your right, while a third catches your left ankle. The remainder dribbles out onto the bedsheets.

Trask recovers from the intense experience, gazing at you in great appreciation. "Never experienced tactics like that before, ma'am. You'll go far in this army!"

You laugh, and lift your right foot up to your mouth to lick off the streak of spunk. You smack your lips appreciatively. "Nice shooting, soldier. Maybe you'd like to try for the bullseye—?"

The whole ship suddenly rocks violently, sending you both flailing onto the bed. Righting himself in the aftershocks, Trask looks around wildly. "That was an explosion! The Endar Spire is under attack!" He starts tugging on his jumsuit and reattaching his armour. You quickly scoop as much of his cum from your feet as you can, and dart across to your locker on tip-toes.

By the time you have suited up, the ship is being wracked by multiple explosions. "Come on!" Trask yells over the sound of the bombardment. "We've got to find Bastila!"

You both run from the bunk, your tryst all but forgotten.