CABO DAY OF THE DEAD part 4 A fantasy.

The dead still ride her. One ghoul hooks her ass deep, the curve tugging every time she twitches, while another forces the fat black ball between her teeth and straps it tight. She chokes on spit, drool sliding down her chin and over those heavy tits, and the next jolt of the hook makes her cunt clench hard around nothing. They keep her like that for hours, swapping places, swapping tools, never letting her rest. Each climax is torn out of her, sudden and sharp, leaving her shaking against the ropes. Morning light starts to bleed through the villa shutters, but the ghouls are nowhere near done. She feels the pull, the gag, the steady ache, and wonders if she’s already dreaming or already lost.