From time to time, he would remove his lips from the shaft to stroke it a bit with his hands and lick the sack under it, but he always made sure to at least keep jerking Yoda off, and therefore himself. His hands didn’t suffice however and his head would always return to the uneven cock, bobbing his head with more haste every time, his lips as tight as he could make them, making Yoda squirm in delight as he felt his orgasm build up.
By now he was rocking his hips in motion with Mace’s bobbing, meeting the lips with more force every time. Even the boy was rocking his hips along his own rhythm, meeting only air but still feeling the incredible sensation. And then, with a large inhaling breath, the master released the full of his cum in the boy’s sweet mouth as he shot the long awaited jets of warm milk. Mace never removed his mouth, swallowing every jet as it was shot in his craving mouth and still pumping his head as he too was near the edge of his orgasm.