The Hunt Goes On

You follow them into an underground club.

Loud music. Strong ****. Smell of ****. Sweat. Bright lights flash. Full grown whores and naive girls grind their bodies on the dance-floor against lustful predators, against poles, against couch, against table, on the floor, against each other, against you.

You feel dizzy. Your upgraded body, modified body, idealised body, is more sensitive to this avalanche of stimuli, more true to your temptations.

You lose your target. You find new prey. New preys. Your body swims in a hot sea of flesh. You try to anchor yourself to boobs and asses but current is too strong.

Feels like your body melts in the flesh of others.

A woman smells good. Bikini only covers nipples. Drenched boobs in your hand. Your big dick in your pants but in her hand. She takes off your mask. Her lips touch yours.