Nami’s hands press her breasts tightly around hard form of the merchant’s member as she pleasures it with deep strokes, up and down, up and down. She finds herself breathing hard – from exertion and from the warm sensations that grow inside her too, her body craving more. Her lips are parted as she pants, seeing the head of his cock rise up and vanish again into her cleavage. Awaiting her moment to take in her mouth once the time comes. Mustn’t make a mess, after all.
Jura observed quietly Seri, as she removed ropes from the dead woman, as she leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, a sweat gathering on her forehead. The two women grabbed the body and lifted it. After some struggles, the two managed to push the Twi'lek inside the hole - soon two feet disappeared in darkness and Jura closed the hatch. "Alright." She gasped tiredly. "That's done. Slaver's in trash - no better place for the scum." She put a hand on Seri's shoulder. "Let's get back on the ship." She said.
Sweat started showing on the man's skin. He was looking down at Nami as if charmed. "You are beautiful~" He gasped, as she worked her tits over his shaft. He reached with hands, then hesitated, before tracing his fingers along Nami's lekku. He grabbed one of longer tentacles and toyed with it, rolling the end between his fingers.
Seri nods mutely, allowing herself to drift back towards the ship, wanting nothing more than to crawl into some dark space and forget everything that’s just happened. Probably try to forget even further back, while she’s at it.
