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It's only sexting, what could go wrong?

the phone sex +
sexting meme

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Just so you know to prepare yourself, the second you get back to the ship I'm carrying you into the cabin and going fucking wild on you.

I'm always ready to get into a little trouble with you. Dare I ask what you have in mind for me, or should I just wait and find out?

Not sure I know what I have in mind for you. All I know is I had a dream about you, had a shower, and during that shower my post-dream horniness turned into extremely-fucking-present horniness and now all I can fucking think about is you. Every inch of you. Lips and nose and neck and tits and arse and ankles and every-fucking-thing since you're bloody perfect.

See what you've done to me just by existing? [ The picture Valkyrie sends has been taken in the cramped comfort of their cabin; she's wrapped in a towel, her skin still faintly glistening from the shower, her legs spread in such a way that her slick, ready cunt is exposed. ]

[Jyn sends a picture back - but it's a little less openly suggestive. Just her hair loose around her shoulders, a too-big tunic sliding off of one shoulder, suggesting at nothing but skin beneath, a small smirk lifting her lips at the edges just so.]

Did you take care of your clearly very insistent need for me or are you waiting until I'm there to help? I imagine that that ache is just too much to bear. That's how much I want you, after all. Can't tell you how many times I've fucked myself and wished it was you.

You look good enough to eat. I'd fall to my knees in front of you, barely refrain from burying my face in your pussy. Want to tease first, lick and suck at your clit, not quite giving you the satisfaction that you're looking for.

I didn't, actually, I wanted to wait for you. Guess I'm a bit of a masochist...but since you're talking about how often you've fucked yourself, it's becoming so bloody hard not to help myself out.

You'd keep me aching, wouldn't you, babe? Fuck, you look amazing. I love running my fingers through that gorgeous hair while you're on your knees for me, being such a good girl...

I'm appreciative of your holding off. The effort it must take is astronomical - stars know I don't have the werewithal for it! But I also like knowing that you're finding pleasure while thinking of me, imagining that I was there to help.

If you do, you should let me see or hear. If you don't, I'd be happy to continue teasing you until I am able to get my hands and mouth all over you.

Mmhm. I like it when you pull, make me gasp. I especially like it when you tell me that I'm so good. Are you bringing any new toys back with you? I want you inside me so much that just the thought makes me wet.

I suppose I could always ride your fingers or your face. I wonder how many fingers you can fit inside. I wonder if we could fit your fist.

If I do, you'll have a hologram to see every detail as make myself come to the thought of your tits in my mouth and your fingers plunging into me again and again and again...

And you are such a good girl. Never thought a bloody kissing booth would turn out this way, but here we are. And I could bring new toys...anything in mind?

Now there's an experiment we could undertake. Slowly, of course, but...

Oh, and I will utilize such a tantalizing image to get myself off, over and over and over again, imagining the way you pin me down, or how you like to fuck me with your tongue.

Neither did I! But I find myself incredibly grateful for having been forced to man it, otherwise I never would have met you. And I can't imagine not knowing you, not being with you.

Mm, how about the thick one with the ridges and curve? I do like that one.

Slowly. Lots of lubrication. But I think I can take it.

Do you have any idea how wet you're making me, Erso? Course you do, little minx; you have me dripping just thinking about...all of you. The swell of your breasts, the creamy-smooth length of your legs, the way you shiver beneath my fingertips...how those perfect pouty lips of your suction around my nipple...

I'm grateful, too. You're brilliant, Erso. The second I saw you, I wanted you. I just didn't know how...important you'd end up being.

I know you can. Maybe I'll widen you up with the ridged one, then...ease things along.

I wish I were there to find out. I'd kneel between your legs, press a trail of kisses and nips along your inner thighs, bury my face in you until I'm dripping with your wetness and I won't stop until you're satisfied.

Never really considered myself lucky. And here you come walking into my life and now I know that I am.

That sounds perfect. Like the best way to reconnect after spending time apart.

Fuck, you're driving me crazy, Erso. It's almost torture, not having you here...

Charmer. Just trying to get into my pants, huh?

You think I'm not wanting you just as badly? Aching for you? Nothing compares to the pleasure that you give me. And I'll be counting the minutes until we're together again.

Of course. 'Cause I'm already in your heart.

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