Darth Vader destroys Leia’s pussy Purple Bitch cosplay
Title: The Emperor’s Erotic Execution
In the dimly lit dungeon, the muted sounds of clanking chains and whimpers of painful pleasure mingled within the heavy air. The Purple Bitch, a sultry and seductive character within the Star Wars universe, discovered herself sure and gagged, squirming atop a steel examination desk. Her PVC-clad physique glistened with sweat, because the tight rubber outfit hugged her curves like a second pores and skin. The Bitch’s position play characteristic had been activated, and he or she was loving each minute of it.
Unbeknownst to her, Lord Vader, the darkish lord of the Sith himself, had been watching her antics with a constructing sense of arousal. His breath grew to become heavier, his cape rustling with rising pleasure as he approached the sure lady. “You dare to impersonate a Jedi, you shall be punished for your insolence,” the fascinating cosplayer moaned, struggling towards her restraints with futile effort. Her eyes, huge with feigned worry, met Vader’s imposing presence as he loomed over her curvy physique.
“Mmm wait until you see how big my lightsaber is,” Vader growled lowly. The cosplayer’s eyes widened as she noticed the vortex of blue gentle erupting from below his hood. She knew this second was kinky enjoying with hearth, however fuck, that hefty hilt tab on his Sith sword was begging to be worshipped.
Reaching beneath, Vader roughly tugged apart the moist panties of the purple cosoled slut, her bare slit seeing the galactic glow of his excited avatar as he pumped his hefty hilt into her uncovered folds. “A nice little toy you’ve got there, lad,” the sure cosplayer purred, her voice quivering from the engaging incoming insertion.
“That’s Princess Leia to you,” Vader growled, popping the velvety head into her aching slit. The cosplayer let loose a pointy gasp, feeling the lengthy shaft penetrate her like a spear. She’d by no means felt so full earlier than, stretching her internal partitions along with his girthy hilt. Her fingers clenched the metal desk, knuckles turning white as he hilted out and in of her tight snatch with mechanical precision.
“Mmm it fits in me like a specialized droid interface port,” the cosplayer crooned, wrapping her legs round his jerking hips, attempting to attract him in deeper. Her needy quim gushed, juices squelching with lewd moist noises as he relentlessly hilted in her tight folds. “Oooh warn me if you’re gonna blast your proton torpedoes,” she warned, toes curling as Vader upped his pistoning tempo, bringing her all of a sudden near a shattering climax.
“Prepare to meet your doom, slave,” Vader purred sadistically, by no means letting off his cruel thrusting. The enthralled cosplayer shook and convulsed, crying out into her gag as she gushed wetly in Vader’s motorized depravity. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, reflexively attempting to exploit the bag of cum from Vader’s thrusting hilt. As she rode out her explosive orgasm, she felt a large splurge of gooey Sith seed erupting into her stretched gap, lighting her up from the within.
“Nngh… fuck… that’s the stuff,” Princess Leia gagged out, her eyes rolling again in sated bliss. Vader withdrew, his shaft nonetheless erupting the final dribbles into her gaping fuckhole. Her beforehand tight pussy oozed the large load out across the widening gape it was now stretching into. “Never thought I’d say this, but your come is keener than a carbonite cutting blade,” gasped the attractive cosplayer, trying up at him approvingly.
“Your performance has been most… satisfactory,” Vader responded, sounding happy with the wicked Limit Break. The purple-latex clad slut smiled smugly to herself, understanding one other outfit-shredding Vader’s Day fuck session was actually a foregone conclusion. But first, time to scrub up this messy lil tribute…
