He couldn't let them see him like this, at least without telling them about the medallion. Mark was supposed to be a long ways away, so it wouldn't...do for him to be seen here. First, Danny decided, he needed to get dressed. He threw Marks shirt on, then wrapped a towel around his waist. Carefully, he peaked out of his door, making sure no one was around, then hurried back into Mark's room. Getting dressed, he looked at some of Marks weights on the floor, and couldn't resist trying. There are already hoots and cheers from everyone around us as I unzip Clay’s jeans and pull his cock out, stroking his bare skin with my own. A mere five strokes of his shaft already has his head oozing a touch of precum. I lift his cock straight up so that it’s almost touching his belly, and I lean in to lick it slowly and sexily, taking almost ten whole seconds to taste each of the seven inches from base to tip, making his whole body shiver with the feel of my soft tongue alone. He gifts me. He submitted to her lips leaning his head to the side. He felt her pouty lips trail across his flesh dripping her sweet mouth down his flesh. His head lulled back with eyes closed feeling her lips and tongue glide about his skin. The thoughts dropping in and out of her mind flooded so fast he might as well set a movie on fast forward and try to watch it. She focused on the taste and sensation of his body while enjoying how wrong this was, yet how right it felt.All attempts to read her mind. I was lonely. I had no idea of the time, the day, or how long I had been sat in this position. Every tiny movement sent courses of pain through my body, causing me to cry out in pain. I could feel the blood dried across my face. I could taste the rust on my dry cracked lips. Searching through my mind, I tried to remember why I was here. What I was doing, who I had been with, and why I hadn’t been found. These thoughts were among the few keeping me sane. I needed to cling to the memories of.