1. THE VIRUS. CHAPTER THREE


    Date: 8/14/2015, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Taboo, Author: crazyxxxcash, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    and out towards her. “Put it on. You know how to use a pistol?” “I’M NAKED…hello?” she blurted, motioning to her bare body. “How about we find me something to wear before we accessorize, huh?” “What? Oh, belt…ha, ha…real funny,” Claudia said. “The cops are out in f***e, infected or not. And if we don’t get the shit out of here, they’re gonna come looking for these guys and think we killed’em. So put your bl**dy pants on and let’s go or sit here and watch me haul ass.” “I ain’t wearing this,” Craig blurted from inside the car as he flicked the soaked gown out onto the pavement. “Can I have your shirt,” he asked and held up Claudia’s bl**dy garment. It was soiled, but not nearly as badly as the gown or Shelly’s gear. “Fine,” she relented. “It ain’t near as long and if your dick hangs out, well not my problem.” “You gonna run around like that?” Shelly asked and pointed at Claudia and her bare chest. “I DON’T CARE! COPS! GO NOW!” she bellowed at her friend’s fat face and slapped her in the shoulder. “I don’t know what daze you’re in, but snap the fuck out of it, bitch! End of the world! Nobody cares if your ass is naked or the size of the blimp!” “Really? Well apparently it was my big fat ass that got us snagged in the first place…and…and…apparently Craig there don’t mind it so much,” Shelly countered. “I sucked him hard…don’t flatter yourself,” Claudia bit back. “Wow…so you’re a fluffer now?” “A what?” “Nevermind,” she muttered as she shook her pants out and grimaced as she ...
    pulled them on. “Dammit…not running around with no pants.” “Put this on!” and Claudia shoved the belt at her. It wouldn’t fit around her hips, so she ended up just buckling it and running it over her head and sticking her right arm through it so that it was more of a bandoleer than a rig belt. “You look like an extra from Mad Max Beyond the Porn Dome,” Claudia commented as she racked the shotgun and slung her purse over her shoulder with the extra shells in it. “Fuck you,” Shelly snapped back. “Hey, did you try the car? The keys are in the igni--” “Tried it…dead. I think they shot up the dashboard.” As the two began to move off toward the street, Craig crawled out of the backseat wearing Claudia’s scrub top. She’d been right. It hung fairly low on him, just past his ass cheeks, but it wasn’t long enough to cover the elephant trunk of a dick that swung between his legs. “Wait for me!” he called out as he dashed down the alley behind them. They both turned to look at him and gawked. As he ran, his dick slung from side to side like a fat tail of some sort, slapping between his legs ludicrously. “You fucked that,” Claudia commented. “You sucked that,” her wide assed friend countered. When the boy caught up with them, they started moving again. When they reached the street, the bright sun illuminated a dead street. The random looters were gone and all was quiet for the moment but they had no idea where they were. “Any idea?” Shelly shook her head. Craig wandered off towards what ...
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