Lips to die for

Leaving the lightsaber embedded in Aayla's body, he swiftly moved to another position and sat near Jedi's head. Then he grabbed her right lek and roughly turned her face to the side. When he was doing it for the first time, he was exploratory, almost gentle. But now, he was like a hungry predator. Still holding the lek with one hand, he put his other palm on the round chin of the Twi'lek. Bly **** her mouth open and shoved his manhood in. Naturally, he faced neither resistance nor sucking. Aayla's relaxed lips and tongue welcomed his dick with a wonderful warm sensation. Nothing could prevent him from moving further, straight into her throat. Which he happily did.

Even in this deep stunbolt-induced slumber, Aayla's body reacted to the reduced airflow that her throat was experiencing. Twi'lek's breathing became faster, more frantic. Her neck muscles were trembling and shaking. Her heartbeat seemed to be getting louder. But the clone noticed nothing, he was too preoccupied with his pleasure. "Soon you'll learn how to suck properly, Tail-head whore" He knew that Aayla wasn't too fond of this racial slur and would never call her that before. Bly's hand continued using her lek as a way to control the position of her lovely face. Her unresponsive soft lips rubbed the base of his cock and even touched his balls at the end of each cycle of rough facefucking.

Warm Twi'lek's mouth wasn't the only pleasure Bly experienced. His eyes enjoyed the sight of the naked blue body, which was swaying slightly under the influence of his movements. Her round breasts bounced seductively with each motion of her head, with each attempt to inhale some air, with each of his pushes. Her long athletic legs were as limp as before and that made them look like they were made of rubber. Even the hilt of the lightsaber sticking out of her sex was looking surprisingly elegant.

But elegance was the last thing Bly cared about. Right now, he was filled with the most intense carnal desires ever experienced by him. His pushes became harder and more frenzied. Now, he held both of her lekku and instead of moving her head, held it in place. It allowed his mighty back muscles to do all the work necessary to shove his dick deeper and deeper into the Twi'lek's throat.

The blue skin of Aayla's face hid the indications of the severe lack of oxygen. Bly wouldn't notice it even if he looked at it. And even if he would notice it, he wouldn't care. He was lost in his own reality and he was completely absorbed by his obsession with pleasing himself and punishing the traitor. He failed to notice an imminent danger.

Several blaster bolts flew straight into Bly's body. Had he his armor on, he would be lightly wounded. Instead, one of the heroes of the republic felt back, his dick popping out of Aayla's mouth and spraying her blue face with the last load of his sperm. Several approaching BX commando droids of the Separatist army were the last thing Bly saw in his rather short life.