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-Chi grunts from the force of Riley slamming her thick ass back against his crotch as she fucks herself on his cock like it’s her new favorite toy.-
“That all y’got, darlin’? You can do better than that~”
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-Chi grunts from the force of Riley slamming her thick ass back against his crotch as she fucks herself on his cock like it’s her new favorite toy.-
“That all y’got, darlin’? You can do better than that~”
“Don’t you think that outfit is a bit too distracting for a secretary?”
In Which Chi Annoys A Sith (Again)
-If Chi has one complaint about the current job it is this: Why the hell did all of those ancient Sith master-types have to make their tombs so damned innacessible. Of course the obvious answer is so that sneaky bastards like himself don’t break in and steal all their post-mortem goods. In this particular case it didn’t work out so well. Chi’s in the middle of ransacking the burial goods when something has him stopping and drawing his blaster. Which is good because a certain red-skinned Twilek bitch just entered the area.-
“Oh, great. I don’t suppose you’ll scuttle off somewhere when I explain to your the ancient concept of First Come, First Served?” -Considering he’s casually drawing his second blaster for his off hand? Nope.-
-What’s an immortal un-killable (for LONG) mercenary supposed to do with his life? Well the obvious answer is “Keep Merking” and by god that’s exactly what Chi does. Long after he’s shrugged off his chains, and long after his escapades on Earth, he’s still out there somewhere doing his thing.
His latest job is...ah hell, it’s still in progress actually. Wait, wait, that room is...wow it is really cleared. Excessively so. A grey-skinned humanoid stalks into the room with their rifle up and searching for targets. Yup, all empty...then it snaps up and aims at the woman who was not there a moment ago. Human? Some old reflex has his shape rippling and moving into his old human form. He hasn’t use it in a while.-
“Yer a long way from home darlin’. Give me several reasons why I don’t ruin those good looks?” -Ah, such a gentleman. Keep it classy, Chi.-