To this the young Jedi said nothing as he slid his fingers toward her full, quivering lips while his free hand moved lower, down Asokha's smooth backside, rhythmically stroking her soft bare bottom.
Ahsoka again closed her eyes, eagerly taking her master's leather-clad finger into her mouth, softly enveloping it with her moist lips as Anakinís other hand made its way towards her soft, moist slit.
As he began intently rubbing her labia, Ahsoka's breathing became heavier, her moans more audible as she stopped suckling his index finger, shuddering, "Oh, Master... Master Anakin!"
With eyes tightly shut, Ahsoka clenched her teeth against the gloved metal digit as she sensed Anakin's real fingers entering her convulsing nether lips.
As his fingers continued to penetrate deep within the young padawan, her hips began to gyrate in a corresponding motion. She reached instinctively for her Master, slipping her hands into his robe and rubbing his hard, toned chest slick with sweat.
And still her hands reach lower.
She hesitated slightly, then looked again to Anakin, her eyes desperately searching her master for guidance.
"You're doing fine, Snips. Just keep going, we're almost one with the Force now."
Encouraged by these words, the young Togruta girl reached into the flap and began stroking her master's ...