Into Your Glass

You quickly down the rest of your drink, and hurriedly bring your glass beneath the table. Stifling a groan with your hand, you feel your cock erupt as Ranna continues to stroke, shooting rope after rope of hot jizz into the waiting glass. Finally spent, you smile and place the glass on the table.

"Really, Corvin?"

"Finish the job, Ranna. Finish your job, and I can start mine."

She frowns, but angrily holds your stare as she picks up the glass and downs its contents in one gulp. Part of you hoped she might play with in her mouth, or even just open wide to show you she'd swallowed it all. Alas. She must not be in the mood. Wonder why.

"I expect our business is concluded?"

"For now. I'll contact you if anything comes up, or I need more information from you."

The twi'lek stands and walks with as much dignity as she can muster out of the bar, and you tuck your softening manhood back into your pants.

From the bar, Easu scowls a little harder than normal at you when the server droid brings your glass over. Angry? Probably. He glares directly at you as he throws the glass straight into a trash bin. Hopefully you haven't squandered too much good will. Oh well. No time to dwell on the taciturn Zabrak. You have a runaway sister to find.