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Something woke you up. You aren't sure what, but none the less, you wake up. In the dim moonlight, you are quickly able to see what it is. One of the Infected is on top of you (You can make out the curvature of it's breasts; and unless you are mistaken, you can definitely feel something hard pressed against you thigh.), but something is off with this one. The jacket it's wearing is unzipped, your shirt is tangled around your wrists, your pants and panties are bundled around your ankles, but it seems to be...playing with you?

Sure enough, all it seems to be doing is caressing you, and slowing licking your skin. If you had to guess, it was trying to make you want to turn. To make you take control as it's driving it's length inside you and welcome the change with everything you were, and DAMN if it wasn't working. You are drenched already and you aren't sure if your struggles were to escape or **** the process along. Almost as soon as you are realising all this, the Infected seems to realise that you were awake and is quick to catch your lips in a soul rending kiss. You quickly loose track of anything other than the kiss, not even noticing when your hands either get free or are freed and your arms wrap around it's head as you try to **** your heads closer. Still, it proves to be far stronger than you and easily gets free. It smirks, and you notice that your hips have been rubbing wantonly, trying to get it's dick inside you. You shouldn't be wanting it so easily, but you can only watch in fevered hope as she slowly takes hold of her 10" meat stick, and begins to almost agonizingly slowly position herself at your whoreish cunt. You bite your lip, eager to have it drill inside you.