TFA: Phasma drops the lightsaber to strangle you.

You don't know how much you would pay to see Phasma's face at that moment, deformed by the intense pleasure she feels riding you. She is moaning out loud like a cheap slut and you are not doing any better. Suddenly, Phasma drops her weapon and puts her hands around your throat, immediately tightening her grip. You start to **** from the lack of air, and the good sex seems far away now. With a lot of efforts you pull her hands down a little, as you start breathing in short, laboured whimpers. Phasma is whimpering too, but in satisfaction, clearly liking the sight of you ****. You knew **** was a fetish, the feeling in your dick being multiplied by at least ten, but your brain wasn't finding it good. The captain keeps riding your over sensitive manhood, moreover, you knew that when she would stop to concentrate on killing you, you would be in deep shit. She needs to cum fast, so you could retake the advantage. Consequently, you start exaggerating your **** noises, much to Phasma's pleasure. She can't hold back and cums, moaning in orgasm as she lets your pole inside of her. Using all your remaining strength, you pull her up and throw her on the wall, pinning her on place. Using some rope Han brought, you tie one of her arms to a panel, and the other one to another panel. You have no time to waste as you gather your stuff.