take his twi'lek cock into your mouth like you're his bitch

You don't have much choice, but you choose it nevertheless. You hesitantly open your mouth and allow him to place his erect cock on your lips. You lean forward, slurping along the tip.

Your **** compliance does little to deter Bib Fortuna's sadistic pleasure. The cold metal of the cuffs digs into your wrists as you kneel, helpless, on the unforgiving floor of Jabba the Hutt's palace. The pale Twi'lek looms over you, a grotesque silhouette against the dim lighting of the chamber, his lekku twitching with anticipation.

As you open your mouth reluctantly, Fortuna's cruel satisfaction becomes more palpable. There's a sickening leer in his eyes, a triumphant glint. Your choice to serve him pleases him greatly.

His voice, a sinister rasp, cuts through the air. "That's a good little thief. Show your obedience, and you might escape Jabba's wrath," Fortuna purrs, the threat lingering in the dimly lit chamber like a malevolent specter. The pale Twi'lek revels in your vulnerability, relishing the control he wields over your fate as you take more of him between your lips, feeling the smoothness of his cock glide along the top of your tongue.

To emphasize his power over you, Fortuna presses the back of your head, guiding you to take him deeper. The mottled pale skin of his leathery thighs looms over you as you submit to his command. Your hands, bound behind your back, serve as a cruel reminder of your powerlessness.

The Twi'lek's loins are exposed, his ballsack begins to oscillate as he pushes in and out of your open mouth. You look up at him with beautiful, blinking eyes as he smiles cruelly, taking your face for his pleasure. You look away, at his navel, trying to deny him the pleasure of defiling such a beautiful woman such as yourself. But it is still the reality of this situation.

As you fight your gag reflex and take him deeper into your mouth, Fortuna's lekku twitch with glee. The pale Twi'lek revels in your compliance, his cold fingers intertwining with your hair, coercing you into a rhythm that aligns with his perverse desires. There's a cruel satisfaction etched across his face.

His member withdraws from your mouth for but a moment, and he looks down at you with possessive desire.

"Beg for my cum, little thief, and call me your Master," he says with biting lust. His insecurities might be laid bare, but you can tell you still need to comply to get out of this situation unharmed.