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Red to match maybe, but not yellow. Although addressed to Naarva, she didn't deem it her duty to. With a tilt of her head, Naarva motioned for a grey Twi'lek dancer wearing only two straps that failed to cover almost any part of her body except for her 'female parts', to come over. She will be your guide for the tour around your home, should you wish to stay with us. He also noticed that many of the dancers were watching him, waiting for him. The music started up again, making it seem like the whole place was a strip club Obi-Wan sat down on the bed with Naarva who grabbed his arm, pressing it against her large tits.
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She still couldn't get rid of the sense of feeling dirty just by being near the dead Weequays, but Obi-Wan's gentle gaze stopped her agitation. Just call me Obi-Wan," the 'master' replied softly as he draped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her warmly, but not flirtatiously nor suggestively. Wanting more than just comfort, Naarva grabbed his other arm and held it tightly in front of her. At that moment Obi-Wan was hers, not her fellow dancers, not to the Jedi Council that plagued his memories, nor the Satine ghost, but hers. Obi-Wan," Naarva said, conceding for now, "I am feeling unnaturally hot.
Could have been the Weequays? Did they had some sort of disease? Done with his search of her body, his eyes were on her face when she stopped him, "Not there. With vigor and vim, she tore it off piece by piece until he was completely naked, his cock hanging limply. Naarva was going to fix that. She needed to feel clean. She needed his giant cock inside her pussy, rubbing away the dirt. Slowly undoing her white robe's sash in an attempt to entice Obi-Wan, her only article of clothing fell to the floor; her incredible body was in full display. The robe may have shown her cleavage, but it failed to accent her breasts.
To be honest, Kenobi have never seen such large ones. To call them large was an understatment. They were more akin to two round mountains. He had to use both of his hands mostly cover one. Her thick, inch-long nipples were a dark red that only intensified her beauty. Her hips were wide that accented her equally wide ass, her slim, long legs with tight thighs smooth and firm, and her long, supple backside that seemed to go on forever. Truly an alien of beauty. He was still her master, and he needed to be treated with respect. Why do men never understand these things? With her delicate hands, she grabbed Obi-Wan's cock and rubbed it back and forth with quick small strokes, warming the appendage.
Although Obi-Wan said he didn't want to, his dick was of a different mind. Although used to watching his cock grow, Naarva, surprised as ever, watched as it grew to reach almost a foot in height. It was wide enough that she could barely grab it with both of her hands and his balls were each almost the size of the her fist. Unable to contain herself, Naarva shivered in delight and anticipation, thinking of how much he would make her feel 'clean'. Naarva was completely and pleasantly surprised when she saw his dick still three inches above her giant tits.
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Obi-Wan rammed his large dick into her wet pussy, harder than last time causing her entire body to jiggle. Naarva was happy that she was soaking wet for if she wasn't the Twi'lek wasn't too sure if she could take it. I-i'm going to cum. He at first started slow, but he quickly built up so that his body was always in motion. Every time he moved, a small moan escaped from Naarva.
She could feel her conscience fading. Fuck me upside and down with your cock. Rip my pussy apart and fuck my little cunt again and again. Rape my brains out, please, master, and make me your bitch. Even with all his Jedi training, Obi-Wan could feel a beast from within trying to break free. It wanted to screw self restraint and fuck Sluts in beacons bottom pussy until she was begging for him to stop. Obi-Wan harnessed that beast. He would get rid of all his stress of all his fears by fucking her senseless. No more worries, no more fears, just him and her, slamming his cock until her butt cheeks were glowing red. She was so tight and it felt so good as his dick grinded with the Chat mature uk of her.
Her pussy was hotly sucking his dick as he slammed back down. It was if her body was trying to engulf him in a sea of pleasure that coursed through both their bodies. Pleasure shooting through her, Naarva screamed lustfully for more as she was grinded against the bed, her hard nipples rubbing against the sheets in delightful ways. Naarva clawed at the sheets, her thoughts swirling in her head with only one thing in mind, 'Fuck me more'. She needed him to clean her inside and out or she won't be able to feel sanitary. Suddenly Obi-Wan let go her plentiful butt cheeks, much to Narva's disappointment, and lightly held onto her braintails.
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Obi-Wan lifted her with his cock as she panted in exhilaration with each stoke. He used her braintails as reins so he could push his dick in farther as he slammed his cock into her cervix. Obi-Wan brought his dick out from inside her and turned her around so that she was staring at him with her one purple eye. She was panting, her giant chest falling up and down as sweat glistened her body, her legs askew. Temptation got the better of Obi-Wan who knew he should stop, but it was her fault for having such a bombshell body.
Obi-Wan moved her legs out of the way by placing them on his shoulders as he entered her again this time with renewed force. Her brain unable to take in all the sensations, Naarva moaned in pleasure, "So Naarva begged for more. She stared up to Obi-Wan's eyes. She could see them finally looking at her instead of through her. It was good for Obi-Wan to finally look at her. Almost as good was her hips convulsing from another orgasm. He massaged them so that her whole mind seemed to be fuzzy but enjoyable. Her vision began to blur. Her senses seem to dull, but she could still feel the giant dick tearing her apart and ripping her pussy.
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