Back in the solitude of her home, Rey had tried a few different ways of satisfying herself. And now, just as she kissed Han, she could have sworn she had sat with her staff between her legs. Except the cold metal wasn't there. The shape felt different. Glancing down, she saw her soft breasts almost brushing Han Solo's shirt. And between that, pressed against her soft, brown pubes, a thick phalus she right away recognised.

She'd never seen one upclose, not enough to recognise how human's should look like. But she understood what that meant, what that was for. How could this happen?

She accepted it as naturally as she'd agree she could fly without a ship or a jetpack in other dreams. Unaware of how she was starting to rub her clit through her pants with her fingertips, Rey humped Han's cock eagerly.

"What should I--?" Before she could finish her question, Han was kissing her hungrilly. She did her best to keep up, surprised by the older man's stamina.