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Alien Belly Nightmare

Studio

Fashion model is my fetish

Duration

0:39

Category

amateur

Published

Apr 30, 2026

Fresh from the hightech Japanese restaurant betrayal, your Goddess Faith staggers back to her luxurious hotel room, belly bloated and churning with undigested alien sludge. I crash into the king-sized bed for the night, ignoring the gassy rumbles — but nap is impossible with this writhing parasite inside me. As I drift into a fitful nap, my hands instinctively rub and knead my swollen, gurgling gut, tracing the unnatural lumps bulging under my skin. The alien kicks persistently, disturbing every moment of rest, giving me loud, wet farts that reek of cosmic slime and half-digested extraterrestrial guts—ripples of gas exploding from my ass as it thrashes for escape. Time drags on, and the movements turn savage intense pokes, prods, and punches from within, distending my belly into a grotesque, kicking orb. I moan and whimper in my rest, arching my back as the slams against my insides, my navel popping outward with each intense shove.