Grandma’s craving for a curvy ebony MILF’s sweet spot

Face plunges into a big pile of thick poo. Thrust. XXX Hands claw at ring. Squeak. Spasms. Thrust. Feasts. I put my hands together as if to pray, to beg, beg, beg no more brain damage. Cock-tip thrusts. The Xenomorph begins to feast, feast, feast, scooping, gorging, slurping. Cock. So smelly. THROB.THROB. I was in a small chamber with leather padding upon all surfaces. I am still alive, but my brain has been pulped, softened, neutered. Squeak. Prepared for my Master to feast upon. Feasts. Throbbing gets louder and faster and stronger. The Xenomorph picks my lifeless body up, slimy with faeces and froth, he faces it away. As he watches my eyes roll right back into my head he enters the chamber. Thrust. Throb. Thrust. Hands claw at ring. Thrust. thrusts. Brain tissue is gently being sanitized. Stinks make me gurgle. Suddenly I cannot think properly. The Xenomorph picks my lifeless body up, slimy with faeces and froth, he faces it away. Mouth. Throb.