As Luke was walking into Darth Vader's bedroom, Death Daddy was just going to bed.
"Daddy," Luke said. "I need a twenty for some special toys."
"Why don't you come straight to bed first?" taunted Sugar Death Daddy.
Luke stripped down to his underarmor.
"My light saber needs some fixing Lukey." says Sugar Death Daddy.
Luke is about to pull his own lightsaber out to charge up Death Daddy's death star, but teases,
"First we need some Yoda milk to get the job done."
"Why don't we get some star trooper fuel?" asks Death Daddy, "You know it's my favorite."
"I can make my own Death Daddy." smirks Luke.
Just then, Luke yanks out his saber and pounces on Death Daddy, taking Daddy's leg between his own and vigorously rubbing his saber along Daddy's thigh.
"Oh Lukey," exclaimed Death Daddy, "Your mom was never this good!"
"Give me your force Death Daddy." moans Luke.
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Luke, I am your Daddy
Short StoryA Squelch Studios masterpiece. Definitely one story you won't regret reading. A story with moist descriptions and kinky fun.
