"So, you like pazaak, huh...?"

|| TARIS: UPPER CITY CANTINA, PAZAAK ROOM ||

"I think we should play a game right here," you say, and grab the back of Christya's head to slam her forwards into the pazaak table. Ignoring the protests of the patrons, you jam her face-first into the green beize, bodily holding her in place at a forty-five-degree angle. She yells, muffled by the table, and struggles to free herself, but you stand over her, easing firmly against her upturned ass.

You lean down to whisper in her ear. "Don't worry, I've got the skills." You press your hips in, and the woman calms slightly as she feels your growing erection nestling against her butt. She allows you to position yourself comfortably over her, and you give her earlobe a bite. "Shall we play?" you murmur, and she thumps the table in affirmation.

You quickly yank down her leggings, and give her ass a slap, causing her to moan loudly. By now, the room has cleared, so you're free to make as much noise as you like. You run your hands over her globular buttocks. Christya becomes impatient, forcing you to push her back down onto the table, digging your fist into the arch of her back.

Not wanting to waste any more time, you unzip and pull out your member, giving Christya a feel of your package by stroking it along the crack of her cheeks. She shivers at the touch, and bucks her hips in response. Giving yourself a few quick strokes, you line up with the woman's waiting snatch, and, pulling aside her moistened panties, you push yourself inside. Moaning together at the sensation of her warm pussy enveloping your prick, you begin thrusting instantly, building a steady rhythm that has your conquest moaning and yelping to your beat. You ram in and out of her sloppy hole, still holding her tightly to the table, and kick her legs wider apart to thrust in deeper.

She claws at the beize, thumping her hands on the table and rolling her head, still yelling and panting. She screams loudly when you reach around and find her engorged clit with your free hand, massaging it madly and sending her into spasms of pleasure. She rolls her hips against you, bucking wildly as you spear her, her pussy walls quivvering and contracting. Pressing her nose to the table and inhaling greatly, Christya comes with a shout, squirting her honey over your thrusting cock.

You pull out, releasing a stream of clear liquid to the floor, then slam back inside to her flooded tunnel. You fuck her hard, your pleasure increased tenfold by the wetness of her pussy, and you feel your cock prickling with orgasm. You thrust deeply inside the writhing woman, jetting your seed out to mix with her nectar, and you pull out, exhausted.

Christya lays bent over the table, glowing, while you clean yourself up. You give her ass one last slap and depart. As you disappear into the crowds, you hear the woman whimper, "I should meet more pazaak players..."