mentally prepare yourself to let the Hutt have his way with you

"Serve me with your mouth," Durga demands, his colossal form inching closer before he leans backwards, exposing more of his lower body with a squelch. His words hang in the air, laden with a perverse intent that sends a shiver down your spine.

You almost feel the need to close your eyes as you gaze at his lower body, horrifying in its size and disgusting ooze. Beneath folds of belly fat, a thick rod with a rounded tip protrudes, the scepter of his command and the focus of his desires.

His heavy length stretches out, growing more erect by the minute, much larger than any phallic anatomy you've ever beheld before. You feel almost terrified as it inches closer to your face. You feel the need to pull away, and yet you don't. You've decided to submit yourself to this, and you know you must follow through.

You lean forward, gently and hesitantly placing a kiss on the tip of the Hutt's oozing cock, a parody of affection. You lean closer, letting your tongue dart out as you kiss along the folds of his hardening member. You hear a disconcerting gurgle as Durga looks down his body at you with satisfaction. You feel as if you will vomit, serving such a disgusting, self-important slug in such a violating way.

Your mouth becomes a vessel for his pleasure as you follow Durga's commands. His slimy fingers entwine with your hair, guiding your movements. As you fulfill his desires, your tongue and lips gaining more courage, you illicit disgusting gurgles of satisfaction from his quivering body. Slime seems to cascade down his corpulent figure and stains your face.

Durga revels in the sensation, his monstrous form exuding a grotesque enjoyment. The room becomes heavy with the stench of his debauchery. You kiss your way back up his length, returning to his tip with hesitation. You make a feeble attempt to fit him in your mouth, wrapping your lips around his monster.

"Take me deeper," he commands, his voice a sibilant whisper. Your compliance is **** by the sheer weight of Durga's dominance. You try again, stretching your jaw and bringing your lips around the gargantuan head. His colossal member engulfs you, pushing the limits of your endurance, as you begin to make **** noises.

The sounds in the room become visceral—a symphony of slick movements, guttural moans, and the perverse slurping of your mouth on his flesh. Durga's lustful demands continue, each command more degrading than the last.

"Use your hands," he orders, and you obey, your fingers exploring the slimy expanse of his repulsive anatomy. The revolting texture beneath your touch sends waves of discomfort through your senses.

Durga's pleasure intensifies as you navigate the grotesque contours of his body. His Hutt anatomy becomes a canvas for your **** ministrations, each touch eliciting a sickening response.