Jenna takes another pill, not feeling that hunger that Haley was describing at first. She watched the redhead slither into the bed and then Jason's arm disappeared inside the singer. Holy shit! She gets into position, then slowly starts to lower herself down. As soon as his tip enters her, she slams down, feeling that hungriness, that need, that desire. She started to bounce up and down on Jason, hands on his chest for balance. She was not shy or insecure, right now she was a drunk bimbo.