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You watch on in morbid curiosity. Is this going where you think it's going?

As with before, the lady's muffled protests fade very quickly. The process has begun.

Now thoroughly infected, she begins to cooperate with her infector. She starts giving the zombie's sole licks, worshiping the green foot with her tongue, bathing it in saliva. The zombie's toes curl up in delight as her victim takes in more and more of the zombie contagion, bringing her ever closer to turning. Her hands stroke and caress the leg, totally enraptured with more and more of the virus flooding into her mind, fogging her thoughts.

The zombie withdraws her foot from the girl's face. Her hand reaches out feebly, as if to beg it to return. Sitting up slightly, she no longer notices you, or anything else in the room but her infected lover. Her displeasure does not last long as the zombie steps on her pussy, grinding her heels and toes against the glistening wet surface of her tights.

The pleasure leaves the woman gasping, her back arching and her entire body spasming, ecstasy shooting through every inch of her being, enhanced by the infection's sordid architecture, which works its evil to rapidly bring the zombie's victim to the edge. In a single moment of all-encompassing bliss, she is lost, cumming her brains out in the final moment of exquisite orgasm as she finally turns, her eyes glassing over to white and her skin changing to green, reflecting her new, eternal allegiance.

That was quite a show.