A new infected broad

You keep smushing her face with your perfect bubble butt while a naked undead man kneels between her legs. Before he gets to penetrate her, you grab him by the back of the neck and pull him into a deep passionate kiss. The living woman's warmth seems to wake up something in you, something dominant and assertive.

He's still kissing you when he enters her, and the woman's cries vibrate through your crotch. Her arms stop flailing, her head stops shaking, and her legs stop kicking. The double **** from you and the ghoul stud seems to have killed any of the fight remaining within her. The virus is slowly spreading within her, making her complacent.

Eventually, you feel a tongue pushing against your taint. You reposition your hips so that the dying girl's mouth align with your cunt, and you let out a satisfied sigh when she touches your clit.

Your fellow zombie grunts, indicating his orgasm. Another one takes his place as soon as he pulls out, further infecting the woman eating your pussy. You kiss him as well, and he gladly returns the kiss.

The warm tongue between your folds sends shivers up your spine, waking up some of your dormant synapses and filling your brain with chemicals that it rarely manages to produce anymore.

Unlife might not always be great, but today it is pretty dope.