Give her what she wants, of course!

"As sexy as your new choice of clothing is, Brood, I want you out of it, yesterday!" You thunder, channeling the years of military experience gained in the Clone Wars into a voice that would convince even the most stubborn Clones to cooperate.

She practically tears her clothes off, the garments quickly discarded in a corner of the room as she drops to her knees before you, Red and white breasts heaving as she stares up at you with naked desire.

Your own pants come down, and your thick and throbbing member greets her like an old friend owed money, slapping down firmly onto her face and obscuring a good half of it. Being the Chosen One meant more than simply being gifted with the ****, and the eleven and a half inches of man meat resting on Shaak-Ti's face had broken in more than one bitch so far.

Her long and surprisingly slender fingers wrapped around your shaft and she practically inhaled half your member, her tongue swirling and running across your head in ways only an extremely dexterous species could. You groan in pleasure as she services you, pleasure slowly building as you channel the **** to give you extra stamina and endurance.

After nearly ten minutes of her sucking desperately on your dick to no results, she finally breaks the lip-lock around your cock and gives you a pout. You smirk, "Not yet, little slut, not until I'm buried deep inside you."