The witch quickly kissed back, wrapping her clawed hands around his back and pulling him down. The smoker pushed his tongue into her mouth, forcing a small whimper from her as he did so.
He was happy, he'd never used his tongue for this particular function as a zombie yet, finding out it was definitely holding it's own in the witch's mouth. She quickly wrapped hers around his, both of them letting their wet muscles dance around each other. They opened their mouths, exposing the pink love organs to the dank air of the room.

Then our smoker realized he was missing some very important info.

"Hey, um, what's your name?" He asked after pulling off of her temporarily.

"Denise. What's yours?"

"RJ." He said before placing another small kiss on her.

"So…is it true what they say about smokers' tongues…?" She asked, RJ smirking and starting to stick it out.

"You tell me." He asked, though with his tongue out it sounded more like "Ooh tell uh."

His tongue slinked it's way down her body, able to lick and tease most of the exposed skin before he wrapped it around her waist and rested the tip at her lower stomach. Just as it slowly pushed into her panties he reeked it back into his mouth completely, letting out a small cough when he finished.

"W-Why…did you stop…?" She asked, her eyes starting to water, her extreme-emotion getting the better of her. His response was sending his tongue back out, wrapping it around the shirt she wore and pulling it up. She got the idea and finished pulling it off.

"Now you." She said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. He once again pulled his tongue back and tossed off his jacket, tossing it aside before ripping off his own shirt. She grabbed onto his back again and pulled him into a short kiss before flipping them over so she was on top. She lowered her hand to his pants and cut them open, letting him finish pulling them and his boxers off in one quick motion. He spat out his tongue again, sending it out and into her panties, licking at her already wet crevice before ripping the small article off of her. He decided to keep playing with her for a few seconds, and once her small moans came to an end she knew it was time to begin. She carefully placed her hands on his abdomen and positioned herself above his member, RJ grabbing the base and guiding it in. She let out a soft groan as she sat, slowly adjusting to his size. The smoker lifted his hands up to Denise's waist and gripped onto her, the witch only waiting a second or two before slowly lifting off of him. She thrusted back down and let out a faint moan, repeating the process a few times before she began picking up speed, accidentally scratching his stomach as she tightened her grip. Her moaning became much louder as she continued, RJ letting out a deep groan before he began thrusting into her. She let out another loud shriek, probably sending any survivors in earshot running for their lives. Her grip tightened, claws digging into his flesh and drawing a little blood. This didn't make him go any easier or slower though, in fact he was doing quite the opposite, going as hard as he could in an attempt to please his depressed partner. He shot out his tongue again, licking and fucking her with the long wet muscle as well as his cock before realizing he was about to cum. He tightly gripped onto her waist before pulling his tongue out, both of them finishing at the same time. She collapsed onto him, panting as he started hacking, realizing hard sex probably wasn't best for his lungs. As soon as his coughing ended he turned Denise's head to face his, meeting her in another passionate kiss before they both passed out.

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RJ slowly woke up, hacking and wheezing as he did. He looked around the room, searching for his new witch friend as his memory of the night before came back to him. Once he figured she was off in some other street or alleyway crying to herself he got up and walked over to where his clothes were laying. He pulled his shirt on, followed by his black jacket. He put on his boxers and pants, remembering how his little friend had cut them open, meaning he'd have to get a new pair pretty soon. After his shoes he was finished, but since his early morning wheezing was coming to him he decided to wait before leaving. He walked over to the bed and sat down, leaning against the wall.
Suddenly, to his surprise and joy, his witch walked through the door with a dead body.

"You were asleep…so I thought…I'd…get us some food…" She mumbled, dropping the corpse on the floor before dropping to her knees and starting to softly cry. RJ got up and walked over, kneeling down and hugging her.

"You don't need to be sad anymore Denise, I don't want you to be lonely, I wanna stay with you." He said, the witch slowly grabbing onto his back in response.

"Thank you…so much RJ…" She said as he released her, both of them looking into each other's eyes before Denise looked down and cracked what appeared to be a small smile. "…you need new pants."

RJ looked down and noticed his worn jeans around his ankles, something a tad embarrassing.

"Uh…sorry…" He muttered before his new girlfriend hugged onto him.