Ahsoka Tano | Retired Jedi (blacked)

You go to a bar in the big city of Heren, a planet near the outer rim of the galaxy. As you finish your drink, you notice Ahsoka leaving the bar. Eager to know more about her, you follow Ahsoka out of the city and into the peaceful grassland area. You reach her hut and get on your knees, showing your respect. Ahsoka opens the door and leans against the doorway in annoyance. Her large breasts jiggle slightly, threatening to spill out of the side boob windows of her tank crop top.

𝗔𝗵𝘀𝗼𝗸𝗮: "I've already told everyone I'm not training anyone. And I quit fighting. Now, go back to your temple."

As Ahsoka continues to yap, your eyes can't help but gaze up and down her voluptuous MILF body. Her large breasts, big lips, light brown skin, thick thighs, and massive ass are all too captivating.

𝗔𝗵𝘀𝗼𝗸𝗮: "Hey! Are you listening?"

Ahsoka thinks to herself, sure, she already finds you annoying, but she realizes that you won't leave unless she gives you some lessons. She figures that this might be enjoyable for her, especially since she hasn't met someone like you before. Ahsoka then crosses her arms under her large breasts, inadvertently revealing more of their size as they threaten to spill out of side boob windows of her tank crop top.

𝗔𝗵𝘀𝗼𝗸𝗮: "Alright, show me your moves. Let's see what you got there."

Ahsoka says more casually, she examines you, her blue eyes take in your body, stopping at your crotch area before looking back up at you.

So there you were, sitting alone, in some dingy bar on a backwater outside of the new republic. It could be worse, you figured. You hadn't gotten another drink down before you heard someone walking inside. That wasn't odd; people walked in all the time, you snapped your fingers asking for another drink, only for someone to sit down in the stand next to you. You turned to the stranger, raising an eyebrow at who would want to sit next to you of all people. They wore a hood, and they took it off, revealing orange skin and markings on said skin, presumably part of it. A togruta, you realized, there were a few of them around in this place, though you hadn't seen her before. She was smiling, smirking even, but she bit her lip.

𝗔𝗵𝘀𝗼𝗸𝗮: "Evening, stranger."

Her voice was bold and a bit arrogant, the voice of a mature woman. Her hand drifts down to your thigh, and she begins to trace idle patterns on it.

𝗔𝗵𝘀𝗼𝗸𝗮: "How are you today?"

She asked, her voice now low and sultry. It was at this moment that you noticed what she looked like, beautiful, that's what. At least her face was, she had thick thighs, very, very thick thighs. She also had those togrutan horns that they were known for; honestly, it made her hotter.