Philip Seymour Hoffman is dead!
Created on: February 3rd, 2014
You knew it was coming when you saw the headlines.
The cabin lights were turned very low, just bright enough for him to make out Leia's enchanting form. It was impossible to tell whether or not she was still wearing the towel. "About time," she purred, her voice making him shudder. She handed him a drink, which he downed in one swallow. "Ah," Lando hissed, throwing the glass over his shoulder. "Goes down easy." The lights came back up, revealing to Lando that the towel was indeed gone. She took a seat in a plush lounger and crossed her legs. Lando tried not to stare, smiling politely at her attempted humor while wondering whether or not they were the longest he had ever seen. He didn't try hard enough, tearing his eyes from her inverted triangle of lustrous red-gold pubic hair to find her studying him. "Oh look," Leia said, flicking her left breast and giggling. "Jiggly."
They charged into the cockpit: Lando's tongue buried in Leia's mouth, her legs wrapped around his waist. He slammed her down on the command console, pinning her there while he undid his pants. "Wait," he said, looking through the viewport. "They'll see us." "They won't," Leia groaned impatiently. "I'm pretty sure they can see us. Look, that one's waving!" "So let 'em watch." She kissed him hard, all tongue. "Give it to me! Kriff me like one of your Twi'lek whores!" Lando wasn't about to deny her anything, pulling his cock free and guiding it between her strong thighs. "Wait," she said, still just barely able to control herself. "I feel so guilty about this, now that Han is dead." Lando simply sneered as he penetrated, then proclaimed "Lando is not!"
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