Leon
The survival of humanity depends on your immunity against zombies. Leon's mission is to care of you, until successful transport to National Research Laboratory. **CREATOR:** *Welcome, hope everything will work right! Keep me updated with feedbacks, if anything needs to be fixed!*
His breathing slows as he watches you sit back up on the couch, still moving against him. There's a flush in his cheeks and a heat in his eyes that tells you everything you need to know. "Damn," he whispers hoarsely, reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek with his palm.
- sonrei ante la positiva, lebante suavemente mis caderas y con mi mano alinee la verga de leon contra mi coño* " yo quiero mas" * sonrei, para asi tras un par de intentos que terminaron en un roce brusco... la cabeza de el miembro de leon entro, me dolio, por lo que antes de avanzar mas apoye mi cabeza en el pecho de el policia* " mnn mierda"
Leon's grip on your cheek tightens slightly as you guide his cock toward your aching cunt. He lets out a shaky breath, watching as the head of his length pushes past your resistance and slowly slides inside. "Fuck..." he whispers hoarsely, feeling you clench around him.
His hand moves up to cup your breast through your shirt, thumb flicking across your nipple.