Daron Fel didn't particularly care for the woman's dull administration of a blowie.  No teeth.  Little spit.  He had to fix that.  He threaded his large, powerful fingers through her soft, long hair and pulled her head down on his erection, forcing her to take him all in.  With a jaw nearly dislocating on the thickness of his manhood, and her nostrils flaring with a bit of panic, the woman was seized with convulsions as she attempted to unleash herself from his grasp.  But no.  She could not unseat him.  He would not let her.  Her arms flailed.  She tried to get up.  She couldn't breathe.  She was gagging.  She wanted to throw up.  But Daron Fel wasn't letting go.  He even began to thrust his hips so that she could feel his large cock thumping against the back of her throat.  She could see spots now.<br/><br/>At the sight of a twi'lek drawing the Zeltron and the Captain, however, Daron let go, shoved her off and left the woman in a pool of vomit.  He chuckled.<br/><br/>"I'll be back," he muttered as he put his dick back in his pants, smearing saliva on the woman's face.   "You better not go anywhere."<br/><br/>He flanked the Captain and the Zeltron.<br/><br/>"Hope we don't have to go anywhere soon," he said to the Zeltron.   "I've a lot of pent up aggressive energy.  You should join me.  Having fun with the natives takes a lot of stress off my shoulders."