Unless they want more...

The larger zombie began to push into Vittoria, palming it's large mitt into her tit and guiding her by her wrist. It edged her backward until her padded rear met with the gravestone once more, denying the scrawnier zombie another pass at her chest. The hand that clung to her ankle remained, parting and semi-lifting her left leg as she was planted against the grave. Suddenly another set of hands met the back of her bare shoulders, making her jolt. "No, no, not more..." she painstakingly thought. Now further behind the starved-looking zombie, she saw just how much danger she was in. A lengthy and erect cock sticking out from it's groin and tattered rags, oozing an indiscernible liquid from it's tip. "Oh no..." was all she could utter, the nearest brute tenderly squeezing at her tits with both hands.

Vittoria shuddered as something wet trailed over the edge of her neck. Tongue? Lips? She couldn't tell, fixating with a concerned expressed as that bare-cocked zombie limped toward her. It's shaft had a slight downward bend to it, exaggerating the little rigid bounce it made with each strained step. With a fate worse than **** moving closer, Vittoria made a sudden tug to the side, another effort to flee before it was too late. The icy hand at her ankle almost gave way as she slipped from the wandering hands over her chest. But fate had other ideas; Vittoria stumbled as that protruding hand pulled down. The hands against her shoulder at least broke her fall as she took to a knee, planting beside the grave itself. It could've been softer, but at least it wasn't a swamp - or stone.

Before she could even push up, one of the hands behind her grasped at her hair, holding a portion of it behind her. She wasn't getting up from this, not in designer heels, she thought. Her bedicked fear stopped before her, cock swinging slightly as it's wet tip faintly smacked and brushed over her contoured cheek. Vittoria turned her head, protesting as much sparing herself the moldy, earthy smell of it. No luck, she felt her hair tug slightly, thwarting her as that disgusting tip was pushed to her lips.

It was uncut. The smell of decomposed leaves and flesh alike filling her nose, unsure if it was the cock itself or the milky greyish-white it leaked. At least it was thin; slightly translucent with a hint of greenish hue. Desperately she tried to keep her lips sealed, thwarted as the zombie leered it's hips and cock forward. It breached the immaculate makeup of her lipstick, finding it's way over her tongue. Vittoria mumbled, disgusted as the stale, rotten taste hit her. Her lips naturally hugged to that lengthy, macabre rod from her attempt to keep them close, allowing the zombie to move. Slow, eager, stiffly-motioned thrusts fed more of that gaunt cock into her mouth, smearing it's discharge across her tongue. "Mmnghh!!" Vittoria tried to protest and look away again. Her efforts vibrated along it's cock, making it groan and allowing it's tip to press into her cheek a ways, bumping and lightly bulging it outward.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, let it end.. She said to herself, struggling not to retch.