The woman, who was once a beautiful and busty model, now lay on the dirty floor with her eyes closed. Her body was covered in sweat and dirt, and she held onto a picture of herself from before the apocalypse. Despite

The woman, who was once a beautiful and busty model, now lay on the dirty basement floor with her eyes closed. Her body was covered in sweat and dirt, and her hair was matted to her forehead. She wore tattered clothes that barely covered her body, revealing the scars and bruises that had accumulated over the years of living on the streets. Despite her condition, she still managed to hold onto a picture of herself from before the apocalypse.As I looked at her face, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for this once-beautiful woman. Her makeup had long since faded away, leaving behind only traces of what must have been an attractive face at one point in time. Her hair was matted and tangled, and it hung down around her shoulders like a curtain.Despite all this, there was something about this woman that drew me in. Maybe it was because she reminded me of myself before everything went to hell - someone who had once been beautiful but now struggled to survive in a world that no longer made sense. Or maybe it was just because she looked so damn good naked lying there on the dirty floor with those big tits bouncing around as she breathed heavily from exhaustion after fucking herself silly with my cock earlier today while I watched from afar through binoculars hidden behind some rubble nearby...Whatever it may be though - whatever reason drove me towards this strange attraction towards this woman - one thing remained clear: She would never be able to forget about me now...