Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-27825329-20140709042248

Nightmares and wetdreams, the best way to never sleep ever. Mormo had switched into her work out clothes -- blood red booty shorts and a dark grey tank top -- and went down to the small gymnasium that she knew they left unlocked at night.

The evening dragged on. First she stretched, did a few splits. She wished they had a dance studio here where she could practice her ballet. She looked at the clock on the wall. Eleven o'clock. Ugh. Mormo hoped she wouldn't have bags under her eyes in the morning.

She grabbed a jump rope and started jumping rope. She could've just stayed in her dorm and pleasured herself but Ferrum had started staring at her again. Goddammit, Ferrum. 