pass the time by letting Jabba fuck you

As Jabba's luxury cruiser hurtles through the vast expanse of space, you find yourself resigned to your fate. The hum of the ship's engines provides a constant backdrop to your existence as Jabba's ****. With each passing moment, you feel the weight of your submission pressing down on you.

Jabba reclines on his throne-like seat, his gaze fixed upon you with a hunger that makes your skin crawl. You know what he desires, what he expects from you during these long voyages. With a heavy heart, you steel yourself for what is to come.

"Come here, my little pet," Jabba's voice rumbles through the chamber, sending shivers down your spine. You approach him obediently, knowing there is no escape from his desires.

He reaches out a slimy hand and pulls you onto his lap, his touch repulsive yet familiar. You suppress a shudder as he begins to explore your body with greedy hands, tracing every curve and contour as if you were nothing more than a toy to be played with.

You close your eyes and try to dissociate yourself from the sensations coursing through you, focusing instead on the rhythmic thrum of the ship's engines. But Jabba's touch is relentless, his desires insatiable.

With a resigned sigh, you surrender yourself to him completely, allowing him to use your body for his pleasure. You become nothing more than a vessel for his desires, your own needs and desires pushed aside in favor of his.

"Yes, little thing, very good. Moan for your Master," Jabba's voice reverberates through the chamber, and you comply, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. His grip tightens, fingers tracing the curves of your body with a possessive hunger that leaves you feeling exposed.

Jabba's tongue flicks out, slimy and repulsive as it explores the contours of your face and neck, leaving a trail of slime in its wake. You suppress a shudder as his lips find yours, his breath hot against your skin as he hungrily devours your mouth.

His hands roam freely, groping and grasping at your flesh with a greedy fervor. With a slick slurp, Jabba's tongue darts out to flick at your breasts, leaving a trail of saliva that drips down your skin. You can't help but whimper at the sensation, the mixture of revulsion and arousal warring within you.

His touch is invasive, his grip unyielding as he explores every inch of your body with a possessive fervor. You find yourself sinking deeper into his clutches, surrendering to the inevitable as you become nothing more than a vessel for his desires. Yet, amidst the degradation, a primal part of you revels in the raw power of his touch, the undeniable thrill of being utterly at his mercy.

You're acutely aware of the slickness between your bodies, the heady scent of desire hanging heavy in the air. Jabba's grip tightens, his movements growing more frantic as he seeks to claim you completely.

You surrender yourself to him fully, embracing the intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain as you become lost in the rhythm of his desires. In this moment, there is only Jabba and the primal need that binds you together, a twisted dance of dominance and submission that leaves you breathless and craving more.

Jabba's command cuts through the air, his gravelly voice tinged with desire as he orders you to undress. Without hesitation, you comply, peeling off each garment until you stand naked before him, exposed to his hungry gaze.

With a guttural grunt, Jabba pulls you back onto his lap, his rod pressing insistently against your slick womanhood. His hands, slick with sweat and anticipation, roam your body with a primal urgency, groping and grasping at your flesh as if trying to claim you as his own.

You can feel the heat radiating from his massive form, his breath hot against your skin as he hungrily explores every inch of your body. With a primal growl, he positions himself, his slick shaft poised at the entrance to your cunt.

As he thrusts into you with powerful, rhythmic motions, you can't help but gasp at the overwhelming sensation of being filled by him. His movements are relentless, driving you to the edge of sanity as he fucks you with a primal fervor that leaves you breathless.

His grip tightens on your hips, his movements growing more frantic with each thrust as he seeks to satisfy his insatiable desires. You can feel every inch of him inside you, stretching you to your limits as he claims you as his own.

You surrender yourself to the overwhelming pleasure, lost in the primal rhythm of his thrusts as he fucks you with a primal intensity that leaves you gasping for breath. In this moment, there is only Jabba and the raw power of his desires, consuming you completely as you surrender to the ecstasy of being utterly at his mercy.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the chamber, punctuated by the occasional moan of pleasure as Jabba pounds into you with a primal hunger that borders on desperation. You can feel the slickness of your arousal coating his cock, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air as you surrender yourself to the overwhelming sensation of being utterly at his mercy.

As the intensity builds, you can feel the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your belly, the heat of your impending orgasm burning through you like wildfire. With a final, powerful thrust, Jabba drives himself deep into you, his cock pulsing as he spills his cum inside you, filling you with his seed as you both succumb to the raw, primal ecstasy of the moment.

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You wake up, your entire body aching as you hear the sound of Jabba's Pleasure Cruiser docking with the land. Jabba wakes up groggily, peeling you off of him like a discarded garment. You realize you have little time to be ready, and rush to the showers to get cleaned up and presentable for whatever lies next. You realize, to your own trepidation, you really have no idea what will come next.