Beckon the beast

In life, Freya was not the kind of woman who beat around the bush. **** hadn't changed that much. Turning around, the hot blonde, slid her tight leather pants over her derriere, exposing her soft cheeks to the zombie on the fire escape.

She heard it drop to the ground, as blissful thoughts of what it could do with its tongue ran through her head. Its hands grabbed her hips, and it coughed just before ramming its thick cock inside her velvet sheath. A brief moment of disappointment, having expected its tongue was replaced by the throbbing member it began pounding her wet pussy with.

Groaning in pleasure, as she was fucked from behind, she stared lustfully at her troupe. The monstrous boomer, the feral hunter, and the handsome incubus. Each stared back at her with lust.

The zombie behind her coughed again, an she could smell smoke emanate from the cancer ridden beast. Its tongue slipped beneath her vest and pushed with amazing strength, popping her vest open, her breasts falling free. As it fucked her long and hard, the tongue wrapped around one large globe and rhythmically squeezed her, the combination of wet saliva, and rough fondling was intoxicating to the lusty woman.

With a long groan the smoker slammed home, cum spilling inside her wet slit, filling her to the brim again. She was starting to think she was never ganna stay clean. Pulling up her pants she grinned at the group. A whole city of possibilities awaited.