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Chapter 9
by PsychoBus
What does he do?
Goes for the starfish.
My father, his throat still bleeding, which dripped onto my back, pressed his thick cock against my cum-coated pussy. I knew what was coming next. A fucking by my father. My undead father.
But then as he went to thrust in, he missed and rammed his dick hard and deep into my asshole. I screamed in pain, but was muffled by the mouth-fucking I was receiving as well from some scrawny white guy. Unfazed by his bad aim, my father, my daddy, continued slamming in and out of my virgin asshole. It felt like it was on fire. I could feel the zipper on his pants poke and jab into my buttcheeks on every thrust in.
As the one in my mouth came closer to releasing, he began fucking my face as hard and as fast he could. He was moving like a jackrabbit. Holding the back of my hair in tight clumps, he began slamming my head into his pelvis. I could barely get a breath in. It felt like he was going to break my nose with every push.
Daddy continued his anal **** on me, as another zombie got the idea to slide underneath me. This man was an exceptionally large black man, with an ever more exceptionally large dick. He began sliding it in. I could feel the pressure on my pussy lips as he began to stretch me open. I was about to be TP'd by my undead father, a huge undead black man, and an undead jackrabbit.
Do you get TP'd or does someone arrive?
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Sinister Urge: A Zombie Survival Story
No rest for the Wicked
Young girls are the targets of zombies
Updated on Aug 9, 2018
by Friedman
Created on Feb 28, 2007
by sindermann
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