Like a fucking mess

You look down, past your virus-swollen breasts, and lick your lips. Your pussy is still connected to Sheriff Rebecca Forest’s open mouth by strands of sticky, black feminine nectar. The virus has not only dyed your cum black, but has made it sticky and your musk is heady and powerful.

Rebecca, for her part, is panting heavily, her blonde hair stuck to her face by sweat and other fluids. Her eyelids flutter and she opens her blue eyes, narrowing them in confusion.

“Wha—?” She attempts to ask what is happening but you cut her off, allowing the streamers of juice to fall from your cunt and into her mouth. The Sheriff chokes and sputters, but it’s far to late now. She opens her mouth wide, gulping everything down. With a full body shudder, the virus has once again taken hold of the blonde policewoman.