There was something immensely satisfying about being buried inside a rapidly cooling body. Angelus loved to feel the warmth slowly seep from them and into his own cock. The eyes glazed over in death staring unseeing at the ceiling while he pounded into the still pliable skin. Male or female didn't matter. All that mattered was when they had nothing left he still managed to take a little more. Then he'd leave them, somewhere their loved ones would find them, and wait to see the reaction when they found the body with his cum dried on their skin.