No, they get a taste of their own Cocks.

“Don’t you da-Oohmmm!!” Anakin tried to remain defiant with Padmes voice but his open out was an easy target for his doppelganger to shove his cock into the waiting lips. Anakins eyebrows shot wide as his mouth was stretched, feeling the cock shaft push through his lips along his tongue and down his throat. There was no room for air, making him start to gag as his throat was penetrated. Stars above was this was Padme had to deal with?!

Obi-Wan didn’t fare much better, keeping his mouth closed but his imposter grabbed at his mouth and **** it open before sliding his own meat into the lips of Satine Obi-Wan was trapped inside.

Now both Jedi’s turned political sluts had their own imposters cocks shoved down their throats, their heads **** to Bob and gag down the lengths of each shaft.

Anakins brows angled, a muffled growl escaping his throat before he tried to bite down in defiance. If this imposter was going to throat **** him with his own cock then he’d bite it off.

But when he brought his teeth down, they were stopped right in their tracks. Anakin clenched with all his might but it was no use, he couldn’t close the jaw down on the cock in his mouth. His gaze snapped up and he saw his doppelgänger still smirking down with his hand held out.

“Aw Aw Aw, you wouldn’t want to damage your own cock would you? Let’s keep those teeth in check.” The imposter said, and at once Anakin understood he was holding his mouth open with the ****. He was helpless before his own body…

“Mmmmm, I must say, you both have excellent taste in partners. Your mouths are absolutely divine.” Obi-Wans doppelganger cooed, reaching his hand down and guiding the real Obi-Wans now blonde haired head up and down his shaft in a smooth motion.

“Glck, Mmmf, Glck Glck!!” Obi-Wans muffled sucking sounds with Satines moans responded.

Anakin was absolutely livid in his mind. This was utterly humiliating! And he was helpless to stop it, helpless to stop the cock thrusting in and out of his mouth as he could only slurp and moan in his own wife’s voice.

But his body however, there was a heat he was finding harder and harder to ignore. His breasts… that was, Padmes breasts, felt tingly and heavier somehow like they were **** to be held. Between his borrowed legs, they couldn’t help but squeeze together as his pussy grew wet and warm and needy. Was he enjoying this?!

“Mmmmm, yes Padme, just like that…” The imposter moaned out, using his own hand to guide Anakins head much like his partner was to Sati- to Obi-Wan…

Despite his rage, Anakin couldn’t help but let other thoughts creep into his mind as well. Was this how Padme felt when they had sex? This warmth and this need… Is this how she felt waiting for him for all those months and years between deployments in the Clone Wars? How could he have neglected her for so long?

Obi-Wan felt his own cock pushing against the back of his throat further and further, his eyes as Satine rolling back into his skull from the sensation. It was intoxicating just how good Obi’s cock felt… that was… how good his own cock felt. It was his own cock right? But it was right in front of him… Obi-Wan Kenobi was right in front of him. Didn’t that make him… someone else? It was getting harder to think…

Both the Duchess and Senator… the Jedi… kept getting their mouths fucked as the knelt before the Jedi Knights… that is the body of the Jedi Knights that had been stolen. They’re lips rubbing and massaging the shafts of the cocks and slickening them up to make it easier for them to slide in and out.

They both felt a throbbing and twitching sensation in the cocks in their mouths, and both knew what was coming.

“Nnnnmghhh, I can’t hold back any longer…” Anakins imposter grunted.

“Me neither, let’s give these sluts what they deserve!” Obi-Wan’s imposter replied, holding Satine’s head… Obi-Wans head in place as he thrusted faster and faster to catch up to the sensation of his approaching climax.

Anakins eyes rolled up into his skull as he felt a warm sensation on his tongue, a salty taste that was soon overwhelmed by a flood of soft and warm liquid filling the few empty spaces left in his mouth and throat. He moaned out he couldn’t help but start to swallow load after load of Anakins… His Imposters… potent cum.

Finally, both imposters pulled their cocks free and inspected their cum dumps.

“Good girls. How does it taste to take a real Jedis cum?” Anakins imposter inquired, looking down at the now cum stained face of Padme that contained the real Anakin… or did it? After all, wasn’t Anakin Skywalker standing proud above his kneeling slutty wife?

“By the ****… I…” Anakin spoke with Padmes voice, panting between breathes trying to catch what air he could… He’d been **** to suck his own cock, eat his ow cum… or he had he? Had SHE? After all… this room was full of mirrors, and SHE wasn’t the Jedi standing with his cum drained cock now was SHE? No, SHE was kneeling with cum draining from her lips and decorating her cheeks. SHE was a bitch in heat from the trembling in her needy body. SHE wasn’t Anakin Skywalker…

“Say your name, my love.” Anakins voice spoke, and the transformed Jedi looked up to reply.

“Padme…” She said, rubbing together her cum drenched lips.

“And you slut? What’s your name?” Obi-Wans voice asked as he looked down at his own prize.

“I’m… Satine…” The mandalorian sluts mouth answered as her tongue took another lick at the Jedi Masters cock.

“Very good. Hahahahaha!” The Jedi Master bellowed out, joined in laughter by the Jedi Knight beside him as the two sluts were lost in their own minds…