imagine being a queen and having an affair with crime lord maul who set up his home base on your planet.....
you're hosting a gala at the palace, and maul has you cornered in some dark corridor. hes got one hand over your mouth, the other in between your legs, fingers teasing your clit in slow, torturous circles. he pulled the collar of your dress down so your tits are exposed, covered in hickeys and bite marks. your lipstick is smeared and you can see the the faintest remnants of it on mauls lips and neck. youve already cum once and you're gripping onto him for dear life.
then maul slips two fingers into you and curls them to hit your gspot. you're practically sobbing into his palm now, and maul has the audacity to shush you
"i wonder what your advisors would think if they knew how easily you spread your legs for me, your majesty"