Again. Lips babble nonsense sounds. Desi xxx Bulge. Spasms. Throb. His little hands grasp a knob on the wall, his little hands turn it slightly. Feast. Leathery alien hands turn the knob more. Head-meat being cooked, treated. Gentle being sterilised by the throb. Squeak. Thrusts. The knob is turned further. Stinks. Pout. THROB.THROB. Brain is being cooked. Throb. Cock. Throb. Treated. No. The Xenomorph pumps and pumps the crusted leathery hood over his mighty cock-tip as he pervs on my spastic robothrows. Cannot take it off. So smelly. Squelch. Throb. Throb. So smelly. The Xenomorph picks my lifeless body up, slimy with faeces and froth, he faces it away. Cannot take it off. Throb. Gentle being sterilised by the throb. Eyes. Again. He fills me with his love-slime. Babbling turns into long, frothy gurgles. Hands suddenly claw. Claw. Brain activity has almost stopped. Wet green boy-soil filths cute round little boy-muffin as I
