She wobbled, a little bit, breathing hard as she reached out to brace her hands against the wall.

“Fuck, you’ve got a good mouth,” she groaned lowly, before grinding a little against his hand, the wet sound as she slid onto his fingers intensely erotic. One of the best reasons to be in a female body, as far as Poe was concerned.

She braced her hands on stone and bent at the waist, leaning down and raising her ass a little. The skirt seemed shorter than it had been a second ago, and as she bent over Finn got a very clear view of the prize he’d won.

“You better fuck me right now,” she whispered huskily, “or you’re going to meet the mean end of a blaster...”