I felt my own cunt was trying to suck that giant tongue inside.My struggling was useless and my shaking body kept his long tongue banging against my c...it and pussy lips, extending my orgasm longer and longer until I collapsed back onto the bed…Victor’s voice brought me back to reality and I picked up the phone. My loving hubby said he had heard my gasps and screams and that had caused him a superb brutal orgasm for him as well.I looked around but could not find my sweet Leopold.Thinking it. "What are you doing?" she queried impatiently."I'm marvelling at the unique features of your pussy. An appeciation of beauty cannot be rushed" I replied."Oh..." she responded "My boyfriend's tongue would be in my pussy by now."I commented "And that's why he's left you wanting a better experience..." as I continued to touch her pussy gently along the outer edges of her crease. She was watching me intently as I stroked her and slowly moving her hips, wanting me to make different contact with her. It didnt take long until I began to fall. I really was so lonely there…I decided to make some company…I decided to have my personal little pitch. As every big city, there were just too many choices for me make, it could had been a girl too, as there where actually too many cute little girls too walking alone on street, but I really wanted to torture somebody that wouldst enjoy this so quickly, thats why I decided that it had to be a boy. It was at a Sunday afternoon, yet, I can remember this as. Why was I about to risk my life to raise up a man who had spent the last decade and a half of his terrifying the entire countryside? Aside from the fact that it was Friday night and I was bored out of my skull, zombie fucking was the latest craze among the teenagers of the country. Call it a rite of passage if you want, but these days you werent considered a part of any group until you had officially fucked a zombie. In other words, if you werent a zombie fucker, you werent anyone. And lets.