She does that thing where she bites his lip and pulls at it as they come up for air, and Colin can feel a sweet tension at the base of his spine. His hands run down her flanks. He hooks his thumbs under the hem of her blouse.

“You sure you want to do that?” she whispers. It’s dark, but her voice is warm.

“Yeah,” says Colin, “Sure.” He pulls it off, then unsnaps her bra. As the rhythm of her breathing quickens, he leans down–but instead of nipples, she has hideous lamprey-mouths! That suck out his eyes!

Holy shit!