In the midst of a zombie apocalypse, a couple fucks

Victor said, "Stop!" "Stop, I'm gonna cum."

Meg had perfect feet and was meticulously handling his cock until the very last moment. When you were always on the verge of having an orgasm, it was hard to keep track of the time.

Although he'd never been in a bath before, he admitted it was quite amazing.

Meg asked from the other side of the tub, "Is that such an awful thing?"

Her soft features were etched with a suggestive smirk. She continued to work Victor's cock between the heels, but she slowed down.

"I just have so much fun having this time with you. He replied, "It's not often that we get this much time to ourselves."

Meg was so touched by her gesture that she stopped the footjob dead in its tracks, and placed her left hand palm on her chest.

"I think that's probably the kindest thing you've ever said." She sank to her knees, and then sloshed over to him so she was on his lap.

As she kissed Victor, her soft, slippery breasts pressed against his chest.

Her blonde ponytail was glued to her neck by the lukewarm water.

Victor wanted to move the items into the next room

He said, "Besides." "Wouldn’t you rather finish it in the warmth and comfort of a bed?"

Meg shrugged. He was easy to please." She looked at him with mock suspicion. "Would you rather finish it off in the warmth and comfort of a bed?"

He grasped her wet genitals with both his hands and growled, “Yes, please.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed at herself.

"Fine!"

She got out of the tub and made her way to the hotel's bedroom. The towel on the rack was not taken off. Victor followed her lead, following the water trail she left on the carpet.

He saw her looking down at the scope of the sniper they had mounted in the bay window. Her sodden flesh sparkled in the moonlight.

She said, "The boundary's holding strong," without removing her eyes from the rifle's scope. "None of them will get through."

Victor approached Meg from behind and hugged her, tucking his erection between their slick cheeks. He gazed out the window at Meg's fence, which he had built with the rest of their group the previous day.

It strengthened the security gate that was ailing.

Although they were on the second floor, it was still safe. These days, especially.

He said, "Good." "The less worry we have about zombies, it's better."

"Even though one of the skinnier ones seems to be wiggling through,

Victor asked, calmly: "Think you could make the shot?"

He knew the answer. The answer came in the form of a single, muted gunshot and the distant outline of the undead in issue crumpling to the ground.

"Yep," was the reply.

Victor's cock was awash with desire

His greatest strength was his confidence. Talent was another.

Victor was astonished by Meg's display of both. He turned her around, and lifted her up.

As she wrapped her legs around his waist, she shrieked with joy.

She whispered, "How long are we going to have before Lisa and the other people return from their supply run?"

Victor said, "I'd say that a good day or two" "Why do they think I sent them so far?"

Meg laughed, "That poor fiancee of yours."

He replied, "I see it more like the benefits of leadership."

Victor carried her to the bed, and then he threw her on it. He scanned her body intently, his eyes drawn by her tattoos.

Tattooed women were another favourite of his. This girl was truly the complete package.

He bent down and gently tapped her pussy with his tongue . He shook his head in dismay and lowered his head each time he pulled away.

He grins at the reaction, but eventually he is able to stand straight again.

He ordered, "Turn over."

Meg followed her lead and continued on all fours

Victor climbed onto the bed, and then shuffled to her on his knees. He grabbed her waist with both his hands and pressed his huge cock into the wet cunt.

They let out a long, mumbled moan of joy in unison.

He knew Meg loved it fast. He kept it slow because he knew Meg liked it fast.

He loved the woman he had at his disposal. Victor knew that she was just as stubborn as he was so Victor knew that she would resist his attempts to make her sex harder. She wanted him to fuck her, no matter how much.

Victor broke first and started to pound her as hard as he could after less than one minute.

Meg's utterly triumphant victory cry was "I fucking knew that you'd break first."

Victor almost laughed, but instead channelled his emotion into a hard spank for Meg's back. He wondered briefly if he was marrying the right lady.

He decided that Meg and he were too similar.

They would never get out of bed together. The undead were attracted to a tired couple.

Meg shouted loudly that she was about for cum.

Victor screamed, "I'm right there beside you baby!"

Moments later, both of them were in excruciating elation as they reached the climax simultaneously. Meg's legs wobbled under her, and she fell on her stomach, bringing Victor to her feet.

They laughed as they laid together. Victor drew his cock to escape the heat from Meg's pussy. He lay down on his back with the prostitute woman beside him.

She screamed, "Boy, did that make me need it!"

Victor replied, "Same," equally short of breath.

They sat down straight when they heard the door opening in the corridor outside their suite.

Meg whispered, "Could it possibly be the undead?"

"Not until they've learned how the elevator works. Remember, we blockedaded the stairs.

They sat silently for a while.

A familiar voice yelled "Victor?" "We're back! We had a great time!"

Victor and Meg looked at one another in terror.

They each said "Lisa"

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