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Even though she was still starting to pant, her body and mind were starting to remember her days while she was still alive, when she still wanted sex, her bed partners.
Where he was still jumping on her body, his tongue still cools in her mouth, it was still luscious, they were still having sex, her pussy, still tightening around his cock, thrusting in and out.
She still got off his lap, in the middle of a first orgasm inside her, knelt at his feet, still pulled a towel, as they dried off, rendering a first class oral service, which not even a living woman could offer, due to his penis big enough not to fit in the mouth of a living woman who was going to choke, so there they were, the woman sucking him, moaning and he gasping, swallowing his penis, from base to tip.
Even that rock-cold body, cold and dead, was still soft and appetizing for the man he'd obsessed over since the first time he'd laid eyes on her.