There was a tickle in Pascal's fingers as they twitched under the handwraps as Zia's fist lightly tapped his chin. It was like she was sent down from heaven to torture him, clearly proving right here and now that he simply couldn't think of anything else but sex when she was nearby. They were in that stage, a very obvious stage to many of the other occupants of the room, the one where they just simply couldn't stop touching each other.
"Sometimes," he nodded, eyes severely focused on her now. He didn't even notice that Doug had since packed up his things and left for the day. "Lately though, I haven't needed much of a workout," he said, thinking something else entirely now.
"Why don't we go over here?" He suggested, dropping the mat back down on the floor as he directed her to a padded area at the back of the room that no one was using next to one of the storage rooms. "I showed you some of my moves so how about you show me some of yours?"
