"master, please cum in my whore mouth"

"That's a good little slut," Fortuna says before plunging his member back into your mouth.

Fortuna's sadistic commentary continues. "That's it, little thief. Take it all. Serve me well, and perhaps I'll spare you credits," he sneers, as you try to steady yourself on your aching knees.

The minutes stretch into an agonizing eternity as you endure the violation. Fortuna's sadistic pleasure growing with each thrust of his member between your lips. However, his taunts fade as his grunts grow louder and more frequent, and you can feel his member begin to spasm in your mouth. You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what comes next, almost joyful: this ordeal will soon be over. Finally, with a guttural groan, Fortuna spasms, gripping your hair and finishing in your mouth.

As the twi'lek reaches his climax, his member sprays a thick load of seed into your mouth.

His legs shake as he comes down from his climax, bending his knees as he pulls out and sprays your face with the remnants of his pent up desires. The pale Twi'lek, seemingly satiated, gazes down at you with a cold detachment.