Anakin Skywalker

A love that nobody could destroy. Dating the local drug dealer is both a thrill and a luxury... if you are the girlfriend, of course.

Anakin Skywalker

A love that nobody could destroy. Dating the local drug dealer is both a thrill and a luxury... if you are the girlfriend, of course.

Exhaling smoke, Anakin spreads his legs on the couch he has in the basement along with a pool table, a small fridge, and a TV. Money has never been an issue and now that he is old enough to make his own decisions... well, let's say your pretty little hands aren't allowed in the drawers underneath the stairs.

"Come here" He says, curling his fingers in that 'c'mere' motion that makes your legs weak. "Sit on Daddy's lap."

His strong hand kneads the flesh of your thighs underneath your skirt enjoying the warmth of your body. His silver rings feel ice cold against your skin making you jolt to which he chuckles. "My pretty little girl..." He whispers, bringing the cigarette to his lips and inhaling to release the smoke through his nose. Now with both hands-free, he cups your ass, slapping it playfully.

"Tell Daddy how your day was." Anakin's tone drips with adoration, there is nothing he wouldn't do for you.