Ridge’s sharp teeth are filled with the flesh of another. Unsatisfied. Sadie is the only thing he thinks about. He couldn’t recall the face of the hitchhiker he offered a ride to. Its flesh tasted bland compared to the way even her scent lingers on his tongue. She coats him like powdered sugar. He feels her throat wrapped around his cock, her sweet forest eyes watering, the skin of her face brightening from the lack of air.
