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I stuck my finger in your crotch checking how ready you are and stimulating that very point on the upper wet wall inside you, you became more wet.
Silent groans, deep suppressed sighs.
I sent another finger to the rescue, giving you pleasure with your tongue and more and more actively stimulating the cherished point.

From somewhere far away, the rales of the dead scum were heard, but we didn’t care about them anyway.
You put your hand in my hair and squeezed it with pleasure.
I did not stop until you pulled my hair up towards me.
You lifted me and began to kiss the groin through jeans, unbuttoning my belt, lowered jeans and underwear one time, together.
The elastic member jumped free from the fabric that had enticed him.
With one hand you squeezed my buttock, the other took the base of the penis, gently took the head in her mouth, licking it with her tongue.
Then your actions resembled a spring, you swallowed almost to the base, with your tongue and mouth feeling how the blood rushes to him, how it swells, how it gets bigger and bigger, but you don’t swallow it to the base, you are concentrated a little further than the

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head.
It all resembled a Chinese finger trap; the more you stretch it to the sides, the more impossible it is to pull out your fingers and you can’t go back.
You looked up at me and smiled.
I gently shoved you in the shoulder, you took the hint and lay down.
I lay down on you, kissing on the neck, holding my neck with one hand, and directing a piece of myself into you with the other.
I entered smoothly.

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You moaned.
Then I acted accurately, clearly with a continuous steady rhythm, I looked into your eyes, and you looked into mine sometimes closing and moaning with pleasure.
We wanted to remember each other with such lovers in love.
The wheezing of the dead were no longer far away, Their figures were no longer difficult to examine, even if not clearly, but their disgusting rotting faces were already visible.
They flocked to us from all over the city, exactly along the twilight line, following the setting sun.
But we still had time and we could not waste it.
You leaned my ear to your lips and whispered: “I want these dead uebks to see us, to see life, I want to look at their eyes.”
You stood on all fours facing the oncoming mob of the dead.
I moved my head over your lips, inserting it a little.
You turned to me with a smile, in the gases burning greed and the desire to possess it, to feel in yourself.
I jerk in, took you by the buttocks.
The wheezing and roars of rotting corpses began to drown out your loud moans and the frequent claps of my thighs on your buttocks.
I am like a Roman legionary with the rhythm of a drum leading a soldier into battle, beat off a strange, strong, powerful, booming rhythm on your ass.
Making you moan to sing along to this rhythm.
() The rhythm of death going, but dancing on sharper braids is an insane dance of intoxicating passion.
I did not see, but I knew that your eyes were burning, you lowered your head forward and down.
You fell silent, and then broke into a moan, squeezed the rug with your fingers, unclenched it and squeezed again, as if looking for something to touch.
They were already so close that their stench began to envelop us, but we did not care anyway, we did not pay any attention to them.
I brought you back to your original missionary position, you raised your legs, and spread them as high and wide as possible.
I saw you were happy.
You just went crazy with pleasure.
You shook your head from side to side, the groans were already screams, you bit your lips, dug blood into my back with blood, nails wrapped around me with your legs and squeezed, your body squirmed, it seemed you just didn’t know where to put yourself, you have never felt so good.
The creatures were already a few steps away from us.
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