The Cursed Night
The mysterious night is full of sounds and smells new to you, the human senses are so simple.
The corpses are cold and hard without the tender and soft tenderness of the bodies in heat. However, there is a hardness and rigidity, pressing your burning flesh and sweat all over his manhood.
Your mind surpassed by wild emotions, you feel as your spirit is navigating through another world of heavenly sensations, as you move up and down to the beat of your heart feeling like your breathing follows the song older than the world.
Your body explodes with a pleasure beyond what you have experienced.
As your passion, unfolds, your magical snakes puncture with their teeth into the inert member by releasing the seeds of your infection into the poison. Your gift, nature's redeeming seed.
You wait for a little until the corpse starts to twisting and shaking. The colour return to his flesh and the damaged area is regenerating.
In barely one minute, He heavily rises from the scorched earth with a single thought in his mind to kill and infect without mind, without ratiocination, only a destructive and drooling force walking along the California trail, sniffing the air searching for living men to infect.
A lustful smirk appears in your face, you are tired and sweaty but excited with the mere idea of repeating the pleasure with the 4 beefy remaining corpses.
I have to infect, I have to bear serpentine daughters of Wrath...There is only one way.
The corpses are cold and hard without the tender and soft tenderness of the bodies in heat. However, there is a hardness and rigidity, pressing your burning flesh and sweat all over his manhood.
Your mind surpassed by wild emotions, you feel as your spirit is navigating through another world of heavenly sensations, as you move up and down to the beat of your heart feeling like your breathing follows the song older than the world.
Your body explodes with a pleasure beyond what you have experienced.
As your passion, unfolds, your magical snakes puncture with their teeth into the inert member by releasing the seeds of your infection into the poison. Your gift, nature's redeeming seed.
You wait for a little until the corpse starts to twisting and shaking. The colour return to his flesh and the damaged area is regenerating.
In barely one minute, He heavily rises from the scorched earth with a single thought in his mind to kill and infect without mind, without ratiocination, only a destructive and drooling force walking along the California trail, sniffing the air searching for living men to infect.
A lustful smirk appears in your face, you are tired and sweaty but excited with the mere idea of repeating the pleasure with the 4 beefy remaining corpses.
I have to infect, I have to bear serpentine daughters of Wrath...There is only one way.