Tongue thrashes. x video I soil myself. Hands try to rip it from my body. As soon as my fingers grip the damp cotton I see a xenomorph through a small window in the cell door. Rhythmic. THROB.THROB. Throb. Body stiffens. Throb. Plead. His mighty hips rock back and forth a little, making deep rubbery squeaks. Throb. The cooked head-meat of a preteen Boy is a great delicacy to Xenomorphs! I MUUUUUUUUH MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH pleading, pleading. Rock. Body twitches harder. Cock. The Xenomorph’s hand moves to his giant slime-crusted cock as I spasm about in my own faeces. Think. Foam begins to spurt. Up. Eyes. thrusts. Spasms. THROB. Up. I can smell the Xenomorph’s hot leathery body now.
