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“Aww, you got my shirt all dirty,” She playfully said to the zombie as she squeezed out the last drops of cum from the zombie’s penis. “Oh well, I’ll just have to take it off.” Samantha stood back up and sat down on the counter. She then slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, almost in a tantalising fashion before taking it off and casting it aside. “And if I’m not wearing a shirt…” Sam started. “I don’t need this.” Sliding her hands behind her back she unclasped her bra and tossed that to one side as well.

The zombie’s all made their way closer to Sam, who now had her legs wrapped around the lead zombie as its tongue danced over her neck. The coldness of the zombie’s chest against her warm breasts sent her into an even deeper feeling of arousal. The lead zombie’s hands moved to Samantha’s breasts, he caressed them firmly, his thumbs teasing her nipples as their tongue’s danced along each other.

Sam arched backwards as she let out a small moan, the tip of hers and the lead zombie’s tongue gently glide against each other as she feels the zombie’s member push up against her sex. The only thing stopping him from fully penetrating her is the thin fabric of her panties that are already stained with her femcum though now they were getting stained by the zombie’s own cum as well.

“Oh god….I can’t take..much more…” Sam whispers almost inaudibly, the pleasure getting to the point that it’s taking everything to stop herself from completely losing it. As if understanding what she meant, the other zombie’s gathered closer around Sam, now within touching distance of her.