Jonathan Davis Asylum [ Pleasure In The Pain- Part One ]
Hands.
Hands everywhere.
Hands all over his body, caressing this, stroking that...
Mouths sucking, chewing, licking, moaning...it was almost more then he could take. He was fucking overjoyed. A big busted mousy, haired female seemed like she was slowly trying to devour his face with her over zealous kissing. He shoved the girl away, he was beginning to suffocated and she was far too sloppy a kisser. He tried leaning up a bit out of the mass of male and female bodies that covered his own, and was only semi-successful.
He wanted to see where Deven was and he thought he spotted a familiar rear before being pulled back to the ground by his long, black hair. His scalp smarted and he turned to see who wanted his...attention so badly. Her flesh was a creamy pale color and her hair was dyed black with blonde streaked in the front sections. she batted her eyelashes and blue eyes looked coyly form beneath them, "That didn't hurt...did it?" her smile suggested that she hoped it had. Jonathan was intrigued, a lot of the girls here didn't seem to be into...the more painful variety of foreplay. Deven, of course, could be, but from what he had glimpsed, how ever briefly, she seemed to be deeply involved in another girls lap.
He turned over and straddled the smaller girl, soliciting several saddened calls that he easily ignored, they could find fun elsewhere. He gripped her hair in his hand and slowly pulled her head to the ground, his own face inches above hers and growled, "I don't know, does it?" Her smile quickly widened into a grin. "Finally, someone who knows how you need a little pain to balance out the pleasure." She reached up and yanked a lock of his dreaded hair. His cock was hot and hard against her stomach, pre leaked slowly from the tip and onto her smooth skin, it glistened invitingly and he held back the urge to lick it off of her. Oh how he wanted to thrust himself into her, hear her breath sharpen with pain. He had learned early on that there were few here who would understand the joy of pain, so he'd allowed himself to be passed from person to person. Enjoying every delicious feeling of a foreign tongue in his mouth or another's mouth wrapped around certain parts of his anatomy. But he knew he could feel more, better pleasure...he had yet to find one that was willing though. He had a feeling Deven was still ticked off at him about the groupie he'd done without her, as she'd quickly separated from him on arrival. He turned his attention back to the warm body trapped beneath him. Bodies writhed around them, but having found kindred souls, both easily ignored the advances of others.
[ Pleasure In The Pain- Part One ]