It's a Cold and It's a Broken Waluigi

You pull on the tinsel, the material deliciously burning against your wrists as you wait to see what the Hutt will do, waiting patiently as his thick fingers check on your restraints, his essence slickening the tinsel as Jabba excites himself for what comes next. After checking the last of the tinsel, Jabba re-slimes his lips and teasingly drags a finger down your arm, eliciting a shaky exhale from you, your cunt clenching around nothing as the trail of slime reaches your breasts. You arch your back into his hand as he slowly circles an areola, and he smirks when he wets a nipple with his juices. 

His breathing becomes more labored as he continues traveling downwards, and he’s oozing by the time he reaches your navel. He grabs your thighs and lifts them towards his face, giving a smothering wet kiss to the inside of one thigh as he gauges your reaction. You squirm in his embrace and bite your lip, rolling your hips in an attempt to get closer to his mouth. He lets out a deep laugh and your face flushes in embarrassment and wanton excitement.

“FDIGNRDGKBJH”, he chuckles, groping your thighs as he openly stares at your sopping pussy. Slime is flowing out of his mouth like diarrhea as he wets his lips in anticipation before slowly reaching out to give your folds a lowly lick. His slime feels like Vaseline on your already-wet pussy and you barely contain your scream. It leaves you gasping as he pauses to enjoy the taste of you, slowly closing his eyes as he considers the taste and hums in appreciation as you whimper for his thick tongue. Then, he dives right in, giving you the Dyson Cyclone V10 Absolute© suction on your cunt, and the pleasure is so intense it feels like a fire in a tornado.

But then, he stops.

Before you can ask what’s happening, he lowers his head to your ear, his voice traveling straight to your core, the flush of heat spreading outward so quickly, you were certain you would pass out from the sensation.

“DOIJSIOJEIWOJ” he mummered, and you felt the air leave your lungs.

Oh. So it was the tail tonight. Perfect.

He reached up and untied your tinsel bonds, and you clamored to your feet, half-crawling/half-running around the Hutt, until you reached his tail. As if it sensed your presences, you watched as the muscles under Jabba’s greasy skin rippled, making the tail larger and harder than normal. Your eyes were shining with excitement as you straddled the tail and sat upon it, hissing in relief when one of the ridges of Jabba’s tail flesh bumped your aching clit.

“WOIJEI OIWJAUHFEJJ EIJOFWIJ” his commanding voice cut through the haze of bliss you were lost in. He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your hips began to rock back and forth against his tail, the bumps and ridges of it teasing you to the edge. You wanted to end the torture, but you knew that Jabba hated when you were a bad girl. You whined softly as the ache in your belly grew more insistent. 

“Jabba,” you panted, your hips moving faster and faster. “J-Jabba please. Please…”

He chuckled darkly and you could practically see the smirk on his greasy lips. Smug bastard. “IWOIEJDJWIOEJFOIEJ”, he flexed his tail, making the ridges more pronounced. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your climax slammed into you, knocking the air from you and causing you to see stars. You shuddered, gasping for air, riding each wave as it slammed into you. When you were sure you couldn’t take a second more, the final wave ebbed, and you slumped forward on Jabba’s tail, shaking.