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were_lemurStar Wars, Luke Skywalker, teen and up, not mine. Luke tests his new hand.
Luke had spent the past day in the medical bay, getting his new hand measured and crafted and attached and tested. Now that the procedure was over, he was at loose ends.
But that was all right, because he had another test, one that he wanted to be alone for. He made sure the door was locked, and then undid his trousers. He took a deep breath, and tentatively brushed his artificial hand across his dick.
It felt so normal that he was almost disappointed. But he forgot the disappointment when he carefully tightened his grip, and began to stroke.
Luke had spent the past day in the medical bay, getting his new hand measured and crafted and attached and tested. Now that the procedure was over, he was at loose ends.
But that was all right, because he had another test, one that he wanted to be alone for. He made sure the door was locked, and then undid his trousers. He took a deep breath, and tentatively brushed his artificial hand across his dick.
It felt so normal that he was almost disappointed. But he forgot the disappointment when he carefully tightened his grip, and began to stroke.
