New guest

You and your wife Priya have been locked inside your apartment for several days. The doors are reinforced, the windows sealed, and you have more than enough food and water to last for decades. Outside, the low groans of wandering zombies can still be heard, but nothing has broken through.

Priya is wearing only a thin V-shaped fishnet swimsuit that barely covers her. The mesh clings tightly to her soft brown skin, clearly showing her full breasts, dark nipples, the curve of her waist, and her smooth shaved pussy. Her long black hair is tied in a simple ponytail.

She calls you over to the front door, her voice soft but excited:

“Husband… there’s a zombie at the door. He’s knocking. He’s not like the others.”

You look through the reinforced window. Standing outside is a short, roughly 5-foot-tall zombie. His body is still marked by rot in places, but somehow the decay has stopped. His skin is a dull gray-green, his eyes are unfocused as usual, and he doesn’t look aggressive but still walking brain dead. Between his legs hangs a thick, heavy 8-inch cock that looks almost too large for his small frame.

Priya’s brown eyes are fixed on him. She is already breathing a little hot.

“He seems… unaware but still calm. He’s just standing there, knocking. I want to open the door and let him in. We have space. He can stay with us.”

Her hand is already on the lock. The fishnet swimsuit does nothing to hide how hard her nipples have become or the way she keeps pressing her thighs together.

She looks at you, waiting.

What do you do?