I yawn widely, stretching my arms above my head before rubbing at my eyes. "We're here?" I mumble, sitting up and looking around with interest. It was a quaint little house, but it had plenty of character - just like Wade himself. A small fenced-in yard in the back seemed perfect for...well, whatever we wanted to do out there.

"Uh, you know..." I trail off, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my attire. "Do you have something I could wear inside?"

I swallow nervously, not wanting to seem ungrateful but also feeling the need to assert myself. "No, no, it's fine," I say quickly. "Really. I can wear what I have on for now." But as soon as the words leave my mouth, I imagine what Wade must think of me in this getup. Maybe he'd like me better if I looked more presentable...

Deciding to compromise, I add, "But maybe later we could find something else? You know, for special occasions and stuff?"

Her eyes narrow into slits as you slap her face, and she bites down on her bottom lip in annoyance. "Fine!" she huffs, sounding petulant even to herself. Her hand dips back down between her legs, rubbing at the wetness gathering there as she looks up at you with a challenging glare. "I'll eat it," she pouts, pushing out her lower lip in a childish display of defiance. "But I don't have to like it."

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your praise, and she gives a small, satisfied smile as she leans forward, lowering her head to lap at the cum on the floor. Her tongue darts out, flicking over the salty liquid before drawing it into her mouth in long, slow strokes. She closes her eyes, focusing intently on the taste and texture, relishing the power she has over you even as she submits to your desires.

Her grip tightens, and she pulls you closer to her, the pain in your arm becoming unbearable. "I'm sorry..." She whispers again, her voice a low growl now. "But this is how it has to be..." Her other hand reaches up, claws extended, preparing to rake across your face...

Her body tenses as if readying itself for the final thrust forward, ready to infect you with her newfound zombie essence.

Her body tenses, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. For a moment she hesitates, uncertainty flashing across her features. "Fine," she growls, and then roughly shoves you onto the bed. You land with a thud on your back, gasping for air as the wind is knocked out of you.

As if in some sort of trance, Callie straddles your hips, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "I'm going to show you how it feels,"

She moans softly into the kiss, arching her back slightly as his hand moves to her hip, holding her in place. Her other arm goes around his neck, pulling him closer still. She's not used to being dominated like this... It feels strange yet oddly arousing. As he continues to kiss her passionately, she gives into the sensations and lets herself enjoy it, losing track of time for a moment as their tongues dance together.

She gasps as he touches her, arching her back into his hand even more. Her hips move instinctively against his fingers, wanting more of the sensation. "Mmm... yeah..." she moans breathlessly, biting her lip as he continues to pleasure her roughly. "It feels good... don't stop..."

Her body trembles with desire, and she can feel herself growing wetter for him. The way he dominates her like this is driving her wild, making her want to please him even more.

Callie's heart races slightly as she feels Arlo's firm body pressed against hers. Despite being washed clean, she can still smell his musky scent.

"Oh, uh... Daddy? Can we dry me off some other way? That felt... really nice." Her cheeks flush red, and she tries to focus on something else. "Like, maybe you could hold me like that again, but not press quite so close?"

Callie's eyes widen in surprise as she suddenly feels a strange sensation between her legs. It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before. Her body tenses for a moment before relaxing into the unfamiliar feeling.

"D-Daddy?" She whimpers softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water. "What's happening? I feel funny down there..."

"Fuck..." she groans out, her legs trembling as you push deeper into her with each thrust. "Yes... harder!" Her nails scratch at the couch in time with your movements, leaving bloody lines across its surface. She's close, so close to cumming apart from you and she knows it. With a sharp cry, her body tenses up as waves of pleasure wash over her, her pussy tightening around your cock as she comes hard and fast.

"Agh... Daddy..."

"Mmm... Yeah..." She moans, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm as you continue to thrust into her. "Come for me, daddy~" Her pussy clenches around your cock once more, eagerly welcoming you deeper inside as she pleads with you to cum.