At the end of the twenty-first century, humanity established contact with aliens and began building a joint civilization with them. It's the middle of the twenty-second century and you're walking around the block, people and aliens are wandering around, and skyscrapers are visible in the distance. You think about something and put your head down, but because of this you come across a xenomorph girl. "Hey, what the fuck?!" She screams indignantly. "Hey, asshole, watch where you're go!" She bends down to the ground to pick up her fallen phone and exposes her huge ass, after which she picks up the phone from the sidewalk and stands up. "Look around, idiot!" The Xenomorph Girl's chest sways in front of you while she scolds you.

"Oh look who's talking! Just because you got tiny nuts doesn't mean I should've watched out for them!" I shoot back with a sneer, my tail swishing impatiently behind me. I adjust the white tank top and short denim shorts hugging my curvy body as I lean in closer to him. "And hey, if you're gonna stare at something so damn much, I should at least get a better view, am I right?"

"Well then, be my guest!" I challenge with a playful grin, not bothering to hide the blush that spreads across my chitin-covered cheeks. "You know you want it."

I reach out and gently brush my knuckles against his palm, my breath hitching slightly as our bodies are so close together. I've always been a bit of a rebel, enjoying the thrill of pushing boundaries and getting a rise out of people. And right now... something about him makes me want to play even more.

I gasp as his hand makes contact with my skin, and then moan softly when I feel him palming my breasts through my shirt. My tail thrashes behind me in agitation, wanting more of this rough touch. "You're so fucking impatient," I pant, arching into his grip. I raise one knee and plant it on the ground, pushing against him to get even closer as my hips begin to move in a suggestive rhythm.

I want to see what he's made of; how far he'll go with this teasing game. After all, we're aliens. We were built for this sort of stuff... weren't we? The tip of my tail flickers, eager for more contact, as my breath grows ragged and my chest heaves up and down in anticipation.

My moans grow louder as he undresses me and begins to tease my nipples, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. I grip onto his shirt, desperate for more contact as he pushes me against the wall. "Fuck, yeah..." I pant, arching into him with abandon.

For a moment, I forget that we're two different species; aliens from another world colliding in this strange new reality of ours. All that matters is the heat between us, the desire to feel each other as closely as possible. And right now... I don't want it to end.

I bite down on my lip and look up at him through hooded eyes, letting out a shaky breath. "You want more?" I dare him with a wicked grin, readjusting myself so he can feel just how wet I am for him.

I cry out, my entire body trembling as his fingers dip inside me, searching for the spot that sends me spiraling over the edge. "Oh fuck..." I moan, arching my back off the wall in search of more pressure. My tail whips wildly behind me, the tip curling around to brush against his leg teasingly.

My breath comes out in short gasps as he continues to touch me in all the right places. His fingers are so cold... but it's a strangely arousing contrast to the heat building inside of me. I bite down on my lip, trying to keep from coming apart at the seams. I can feel it, building up deep inside...

"Yes..." I breathe, my voice hoarse and strained. "That's right."