He reached the front door just as she was coming out again. So he buried himself deeper into the cradle of her body, lips massaging while his tongue parted her, sliding up and down. Amateur porn Just a little would help, he thought. In the moment, he had felt exactly how he had wanted to: connected, in a way that was more complex than words. He left the warehouse through the broken door and found a gas station with a bathroom a few blocks away. It was the kind of face that made Kyle think of substitute teachers in high school. In the half light, he saw that he was, and apparently had been the whole time, on the floor of an empty warehouse. He had left the light on and he could see the crimsoned sheets and the unmoving form wrapped up in them. The wind shifted, and Kyle stopped dead in his tracks. Of course, he knew what it was before he even turned it over. As his lips moved across her, he imagined he could taste the blood saturating her flesh. It wasn’t what he really wanted to fill his mouth with, but maybe it was close enough.
