"Why don't you help me blow off some steam right now?"

|| TARIS: UPPER CITY CANTINA ||

Sarna's eyes light up with a wicked glint as she catches your meaning. Fixing you with a naughty smirk, she lowers herself off her seat and slides below the rim of the table. You keep your gaze straight ahead, and feel her maneuver herself onto her knees in front of your crotch. She places her hands on your upper thighs, and you feel her hot, uneven breath over your groin. She slides her hands up, forming a V around your twitching prick, and presses her mouth to your lap, giving a moan of pleasure.

She touches your cock through your pants, and rubs her palms over it lewdly, like an affectionate felinx. The girl fumbles with your zipper, but manages to pull it down and brings your cock out into view. You hear a delighted "Mmm!" from under the table, then you feel the delicious warmth of Sarna's mouth as she envelops your dick into her slick orifice.

Sarna gobbles on your meat greedily, slurping and sucking with barely-contained lust, making up for her clumsiness with sheer gusto. She wraps her tongue around your shaft, giving long and loving licks, dribbling saliva all over your rod. You thrust your hips with every bob of her head, the Sith girl moaning like a starport whore around your member. She grabs hold of your hips and plunges face-first onto your shaft, gobbling you down to the balls, your crown bumping her tonsils. She gags and releases, and you feel a long train of saliva trickle down your slick rod.

She latches her hand to your messy meatpole, sliding her fist up and down as she sucks you back between her juicy lips. You grab hold of her hair, still looking as nonchalant as possible for the assorted patrons, while Sarna goes to town on you below the table. She gives your spongy head a good few licks, long and slow, then bobs back onto your dick, sucking like mad. It doesn't take long for your balls to clench, and you feel the familiar heat rising through your shaft.

Sarna sucks your pulsating cock down her throat, gargling as you shoot your load, then lifts her face off your lap to receive a full blast to her lips and cheeks. She sighs deeply from under the table, and you glance down to find her gazing up at you from behind her spunk mask, grinning wickedly. She licks her lips, and gives your cock a goodbye kiss.

Relaxing, you wait for Sarna to clean herself off, and soon she reappears from under the table, looking as proper as ever—though you point out a thin droplet of come on her cheek that she soon licks clean. "I'll see you at the party, shall I?" she giggles.