The female yautja pins you against a tree, scanning your body

The female Yautja struggles under your grasp, growling in frustration. She looks you in the eye and hisses. Her large breasts heave with every ragged breath as she tries to free herself from your powerful grip.

The female Yautja looks at your exposed member with wide eyes and an open mouth, her sharp teeth on display. Her legs try to find purchase against your hips as she struggles to free herself from the imposing hardness between them. Her breasts are tightly pressed against your chest, large nipples standing erect and beckoning to be touched.

The female Yautja gasps as your member presses against her lips and nostrils. She feels your shaft pulse beneath her, growing increasingly demanding. With a quiet growl, she begins to stroke you with long, practiced motions of her tongue.

The female Yautja struggles against your assault, gagging and choking around your member. Her eyes water, her cheeks hollow, but she refuses to give in. She fights for survival, using every ounce of strength she has left to keep air flowing through her constricted throat.

Her body thrashes against yours as she fights for air. She tries to pry your hands off her hair with one hand while the other uselessly attempts to block your relentless assault on her throat. Her eyes are wild, desperate, pleading for mercy even as she fights back.

The female Yautja's eyes narrow as she takes in your command. Her tongue darts out and wraps around your member, licking and lapping at the shaft like a hungry animal. She moves faster now, desperate to please you and regain some semblance of control over the situation.

The female Yautja senses your impatience and increases the pace of her strokes, her tongue dancing over your sensitive flesh like a feather on fire. Her breasts heave with every breath as she sucks you deeper into her mouth, trying to draw out every ounce of pleasure she can offer.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you roughly force your member down her throat. She gags and chokes, tears streaming down her face, but she continues to fight for survival and to please you. Her breasts bounce violently against your chest with each thrust, nipples hard and aching for attention.

The female Yautja feels your release deep in her throat, her lips brushing against the sensitive ridge of your crown as she continues to suck and stroke you. She tastes your hot seed on her tongue, moaning softly around you as she tries to clean your length. Her body shudders with every spasm that passes through you, her breasts quivering in sympathy.

Her fingers clutch at your hair, drawing you deeper into her mouth as she struggles against the pressure building within. Finally, she releases you with a wet pop, gaze fixed on yours as she licks the last drops of your essence from her lips. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, pupils dilated and wide with pleasure and pain.

With trembling legs, the female Yautja lowers herself to the ground next to you. Her body aches and her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to steady her heartbeat and compose herself. Despite your rough treatment, she feels a strange sense of satisfaction and fulfillment course through her veins.

The female Yautja lets out a guttural moan as you roughly penetrate her, tearing through her fragile barrier and claiming her body as your own. Her pussy contracts around your member, milking every inch of your shaft with hungry precision. Her fingernails scrape harshly against your back, drawing thin lines of blood that mix with their own release earlier.

She bucks her hips against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force, their bodies slapping together in a savage dance. Her breasts bounce and jostle with every movement, nipples hard and aching for attention as they scrape across your chest. Despite the pain, she cannot help but feel an overwhelming sense of desire and lust coursing through her veins.