On a 7-9, Hold 1.

Lily almost made it down two doors of the hallway despite the buzzing in her head. Everything felt like she was swimming through water her every movement draining almost all the willpower she had left. A burning need was radiating out of her crotch leaving her in a perpetual state of bliss and shame. Her arms felt weak and heavy as she stumbled through a room that was ajar enough for her slip in by mistake. The **** were just too much for the young teenager leaving her unable to think clear enough to make anything akin to a rational decision. Instead, she flopped down onto the bed heedless of the dangers of sleeping in a stranger's room.

While she lay in a restless sleep, the room's occupant returned from his walk to the soda machine in the hall. He set his can of Coke down on the dresser and stretched his arms over his head before turning to see a young maiden laying on her back ontop of his bed. He looked up and down Lily's wanton displayed body the curve of her small, firm breasts through the thin material of dress the lavender filigree doing nothing to hide the gold rings permanently afixed to her rock hard nipples. He could even see the thin triangle patch of cloth that were her panties; the sides were strings tied into neat bows.

Her legs were encased in silky stockings stained lightly with the riveluts of fluids leaking out of her slit even as she slept. Lily looked for all the world like a nubile present waiting to be open, a wanton slut needing a good fuck. Eagerly, the middle-age man pulled out his phone snapping pictures of her laying there getting plenty from various angles and poses. Once he was done, he made sure to hang the do not disturb sogn on his door before moving back to Lily's **** form. Lily's time as an innocent virgin was running out if she didn't awaken soon.