Missionary

Ahsoka squeezed at her glands and a drizzle of more pre-cum oozed out, running over Padme’s sweet pussy lips. Ahsoka bit her lip and licked her lips sensually, watching the resin trickling around, finding gaps to fill. “Very tight pussy."

Padme hummed and nodded her agreement. The noises she was making sounded like a pathetic animal, the sort of animals that beg to be bred.

Ahsoka giggled. “Half of my people would lynch me for cross-breeding, the other half would love me. But I don't care either way. Our species, our relationships don't matter. It's about me owning up your pussy, and if you carry my child then what further proof is there.”

Padme wasn't even listening just enjoying Ahsoka’s working fingers, on her clit and her nipples. She softly cried after random pinches, flicks and tickles on tender flesh. She was becoming slippery doubly-quick, as her arousal merged with pre-cum. Padme smelt as divine as the aphrodisiac Ahsoka produced earlier.

Ahsoka’s head bent down, both of them, as her hands directed her member. “Finally the perfect fit for your hot married pussy" she softly presses her thick head against the tight pussy opening, spreading it well but not progressing as of yet.

“Sometimes you just need...” she presses again, this time burying half her crown inside. Padme’s pussy had no more room to stretch, but Ahsoka’s pre was working some magic. “A little adjustment.”

Padme’s cries were louder and laced with newfound pain. Ahsoka leant over and silenced them with her mouth. Their tongues battled for a lengthy few seconds, before it moved down and back to Padme’s breasts. More loud cries and fingers in lekku followed as Ahsoka continued worshipping the Senators body.

It was the most tender Ahsoka had been so far, and that was only down to the fact penetration needed time. She needed something to do whilst the waiting pussy became sufficiently slick. Currently Ahsoka may as well be trying to insert the bottom of a wine bottle into Padme.

After a minute, she checked the situation down below by slowly rocking her hips. Even she was surprised when, with the lightest of pushes, her head slipped completely inside. But she continued in a sawing motion, drawing out to the first centimetre before surging in a few centimetres deeper.

Just the sensation of the first couple of inches, was an immense experience for both females. Padme couldn't believe such a sizable thing could enter a person, and Ahsoka couldn't believe a married woman with nearly ten years on her, could have such a tight pussy. In fairness though, her cock was HUGE.

Ahsoka’s laughter wobbled as her breaths caught up with her heart rate “I don’t understand how Togruta could live without one of these. But then, Togruta need pussyholes or they'll be no more true Togruta. Just half-bred ones."

Padme ignored her babbling, until Ahsoka pulled at her hair and drew her forward. "They're welcome to the rest of the whores. I've got the only cunt I need right here."

Any slight resonance of pain was gone now, as Padme got slicker the cock pumped harder and deeper. So hard that the Togruta's balls were hitting against Padme's body with bruising impact. So deep that the very tip of Ahsoka's cock bent the cervical walls open when she sank inside to the hilt.

For Padme this amount of pleasure was mind-numbing even without the influence of seductive perspiration. Padme found it hard to scream because the pleasure consistently interrupted most attempts to inhale air. As for movement though, her body refused to remain remotely still.

She absorbed every clash of pelvises, she met every deep thrust with an upward jerk. She was drenched in sweat too, and they'd truly only just started. Ahsoka had a lot of fucking left to do before she came, and Padme was likely to cum multiple times before that happened.