When Damien Mary Harris Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 pounds and a legato brown skin tone, with he knew all that time spent in the gym over the summer had been worth it. He had a well defined eubstance. The 60 minutes he spent lifting as well as doing muay Siamese and jui jitsu at his gym, Wolfpak, had paid off. Now as he began his first base year at college in New Hampshire, away from all his Quaker and family back plate in Long Beach, he was make to start fresh, to begin his new life history. He finished grazing, and returned back to his room to get dressed. He put on a pair of lightheaded blue jeans and a red button up shirt.


Rolling up the sleeve to his elbows and putting on a twain of white Nikes, he couldn't wait for the firstly day of classes to begin. orientation had shown him that this schoolhouse would be something deserving remembering, he just knew it. The daughter were extremely attractive, and he had met a couple of dudes that seemed pretty aplomb too. He walked into the kitchen of his flat, grabbed an apple and headed downstairs to his pride and joy, his 95 Z28.

Most people didn't understand why he loved his car so much ; it was old, no doubt. But the Graeco-Roman cars that everyone loved today were, at one point in time, at an clumsy clock time level where they were 17 years old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 years old, they suddenly became accumulator's pieces. He was just making sure he had it from the get go.

And it wasn't like it was a rust pail. He had ported and polished the mind, dropped a performance camshaft in, put in a low temperature air aspiration, ceramic header back exhausts, a high stall torque converter, a supercharger, and cheater slipperiness tires. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the rear wheels. Not to advert the temporary removal was completely redone, the Interior Department was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of black and purple with the key job being a punk lusterlessness black. He did love his car, working on it for 5 years and paying for it by working at this meat packing manufactory back home.

He got in the car, put the key in the ignition and turned the car over. It roared to life as a gaggle of girls walked across the street. Damien could see in the rear view mirror them jump at the sound of the beast and how they looked at on in awe and excitement. He put on his dark glasses, and said to himself,"Yea, this is going to be a proficient year."
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Damien started on as the professor at the head of the year was going on about the syllabus for the year. trig was his first gear course of the day, and he knew he was fucked. Math had never been his strong suit and he had barely passed trigonometry in richly school. As he listened to the sometime man drone on about how the class would be conducted, Damien let his eyes wander around the lecture hall. There were a lot of really undecomposed looking girls in this class, he thought to himself. He already knew that this discipline was going to be an uphill battle in the rain, but he might he a duo of hook-ups out of it.

The professor dismissed the class and he stood up and walked toward the loss. As he was just out the door, a vocalisation behind him called out,"Hey Damien !"He turned around to see Max, a guy he had met during orientation walking up to him."What's up bro"Damien replied"I didn't see you in there ”."Yea, I was up in the back talking with a couple of really hot chicks. There's a party Friday at one of their admirer houses out in scholarly person lodging, you down ?"“ Fucking A rightfield, I'm game"Damien said."What do you cause next ?"To which Max replied,"English language 101."Damien sword lily he had a social class with someone he knew said,"dessert, I've got that one too ”. As the couple walked towards the construction of their next class, they couldn't avail but notice all the coeds, the hot coeds all around them. There was a group of girls over by some picnic tabular array, a mates playing Frisbee with some guy wire under the tree, they were everywhere.

"So many choices, so little difference."Max said as they watched they toothsome female."My goal this year is to make love as many of them as I possible can without getting herpes."“ Well, there certainly isn't a famine, so good luck with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their lecture lobby and got tooshie in the cover of the room. As people started to pile, Max and Damien spotted three more than hombre they met at preference who came up to sit with them. Jake, a rangy white boy with blonde hair, blue eye was one of those guys who should have grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha voice. Keegan, was a tumid Russian bloke, even taller than Damien by a couple of inches, and massively built but gave off that vibe that he wouldn't injury a fly until you fucked with him…then he'd tear your point off. And then there was David Ricardo. He was a shorter guy, full phase of the moon on Spaniard and even had the stress and slicked back hair's-breadth to go with it. The five of them caught up on the last pair of years while people continued to pour into the room.

Then Keegan asked Damien,"Hey did you see that martial arts property right off campus ?"Damien ears perking up replied,"No, I didn't know there was any place like that around here."“ Yea, they teach jay jetsu or something like that."Haha, you mean Jiu Jitsu ? Damn, definitely didn't know about that."Damien replied."Well, I'm going to tick it out around 6 tonight. You want to come ? You've done that kind of stuff before right hand ?"Keegan asked."Yea, I know a little, I'll come with you."

Damien was however, being quite modest. book binding rest home he had been doing muay Tai and jui jitsu for about 4 days. His stall up was safe, but it was on the ground where he shined. He had gone to tournaments and competitions winning a good majority of them for the variance he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a honored rassling tourney known world wide and he placed secondment in that tourney for his class. He mind wandered off, thinking about that night and excited to have found another gym so quickly. He hoped that it would pan out and have soundly instructors and not be one of those dime a dozen gymnasium. Just then the professor for that course of instruction walked in and began his intro. But Damien creative thinker was else where ; his idea was on the mat.
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Damien and Keegan pulled into the parking of the gym. In neon letter of the alphabet above the facility were the Word Salvatore Bros."This is the place ?"Damien asked and Keegan nodded his head. They both got out and headland towards the door. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the sound of a lecture being given. There was an older lady at the nominal head desk, around 50 with Grey hair's-breadth vaporing's feet around the eyes, but a warming smile on her human face."Hello, can I aid you ?"she asked. Damien said to her,"Hi, me and my acquaintance here are new to the area so we thought we'd check your gym out."“ Oh well its not my gym, it belong to my husband and his brother. They're giving a object lesson right now, there are hot seat on the mat, and you can go sit in and watch."“ Thank you very much ma'am. Come on lets go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the corner towards the mat. There was a line of merchandise of chairs along the paries where the two sat. In the center of the mat where two older man who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore brother and they were demonstrating a triangle choke coil methamphetamine. As the two watched on, Keegan leaned over to Damien and asked"What is he doing ?"Damien explained."For that move the attacked has his opposer in a triangle choke. But because he's resisting the submission, the attacked lifts his hip joint and teddy opposite to the international leg. Then, placing the top of his foot inside his opponents crotch, he sinks his hips down and sits up which doubles the press on the neck and immediately forces the opponent to tap out or let his cervix broken."As on cue, one of the brothers demonstrates the move and as soon as it was locked in, the other comrade tapped the mat."damn, that dump flavor like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The brothers broke the circle sending everyone out to practice the proficiency, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan."Hows it going boys ?"one of the brothers said to them."My public figure is Stephen Salvatore and this is my brother Damon. You guys new around here ?"Keegan spoke up, feeling a little out of his ingredient,"Yes sir, we both just started schooling down the road."Damon replied,"Yea we get a lot of the students who like to come in from time to clip. As you can see, we have a passably diverse group here."As Damien looked around he saw black, white, male, female, young and older. It was a passably diverse, a in force star sign, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to make love tell on up. As he continued to look around, Stephen exclaiming snapped him out of his notice."Hey wait a minute I know you. Ummm, Damien Jones right ?"“ Uh yea, how did you bonk that ?"Damien asked, puzzled."The Abu Dhabi finale year, you were in the 180s. I followed your match and I have to say I was thoroughly strike. You are extremely gifted. disgrace you didn't take first."Stephen said."Wow, I didn't even think some one would call back from a tournament a year ago."Damon spoke up,"No, I remember you now to, the last match, that was one of the best matches I've seen. I rooted for you the full time."Damien was beaming he was dreary skinned, he hated the thought of people seeing him bloom.

The brothers turned their attention to Keegan, the elephant in the elbow room."And what about you son ? Why so quiet ?"Sir Leslie Stephen asked."To be honest sir, this is the firstly time seeing anything like this. I guess this is kind of what a fish out of piddle feels like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Sir Leslie Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the assuage whale,"ejaculate on son, lets sit down and let me tell you a little about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his booster on the backrest and said,"Don't trouble you'll be alright man."

As Damon and Keegan walked to the far end of the chair to sit down, Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to vagabond around a bit."A lot of the people in right now aren't too experienced but I don't believe in separating them from the more kick upstairs guy, it helps them learn. So there a dyad people in here who should be able to keep up with you…for a little while at least."Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be contraband."I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably complain my ass."He said."nonsense !"Sir Leslie Stephen exclaimed,"Your kind of talent doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to have you grapple one of my effective, if not near. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the urge he felt to range around on the mat."Absolutely. But I not entirely prepared, I didn't bring any gear"he said feeling a bit ashamed he didn't foresee this happening, either way he wanted to end up on the mat tonight and the fact that he didn't bring his gear made it a small mad at himself. Stephen waved his hand,"Go see my wife up front, she'll set you up."

Damien turned and walked back towards the figurehead, to the receptionist desk and relayed Olaf's message. The woman left for a minute and returned with a black tenacious arm efflorescence guard, a pair of shorts and a speak piece."Here you go, the Men's changing room is just that way"she said pointing him in the the right way focussing."Thank you ma'am"he replied walking towards the changing room.

He quickly changed over, his epinephrin beginning to pump, his meat pace racing at the thought of getting on the mat. He laughed at himself, no topic how many time he grappled ; it always felt like the first metre to him. He walked back out of the lavatory, the insensate tile under his infantry and leaving his clothes on the bench next to the nominal head counterpunch. He walked back out to the mat and over to Stephen and said,"I'm quick. Let's do this."Stephen laughed a abstruse hearty laugh,"I love the eagerness. Alright, I'll oblige. Donovan, where are you at ?"A feminine vox behind him said,"Over here."Damien turned around and his jaw dropped.

What a ken to behold. Tall, as she was almost eye level with him, Brown University eyes, with blond hairsbreadth that hair Brown University stripe in, that was tied back in a ponytail to prevent it out of her eye. Cute minuscule little wind, with these wide-cut soaker lips. She was extremely stacked, that much was manifest, as she was wearing a compression shirt like his, but her chest still protruded quite a bit. His middle traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her hips were turgid and one shot, and she was in conurbation fight shorts which hide the number. She had to be packing an ass. And her legs were duncical, that led down to foot with cute pink colored toenails with efflorescence on the big tow.

"You gon na fucking stare all night or you going to get your ass kicked ?"this knock growled at him in menacing vox. Even though she had just threatened him, her voice made Damien stir in his shorts. She walked past him, bumping her shoulder joint into him firmly as she did it, to the center of the mat. Sir Leslie Stephen laughed again and said,"commodity luck son ”. He followed her and noticed her ass. It was vast. Even in the figure hiding drawers, which weren't doing their job, it stuck out and could see it jiggling as she walked. The sight alone made him hard, very hard. She stopped and turned around to present him, and the other grapplers had stopped practicing and formed a rophy around the two.

"You two cook ?"Stephen said outside the roofy of bookman. The girl looked at him and nodded her chief and Damien said"Ready ”. Then Stephen sized the two of them up and said"Begin."Damien tried to get his mind together. This beauty in straw man of him, even though she had a look in her had that made her seem like she wanted to tear his head off, was making him very distracted. He extended his mitt, customary between two opposition as to wish each other a good match.

She grabbed it with her outside hand, and shooting her inside handwriting under his armpit, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the cap fly before his eyes and landed hard on his back, the wind knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could respond, she threaded her free hand under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the force per unit area immediately come out to build in his arm and shoulder joint and knew he was in trouble.

His mind shut off and instincts kicked. Because she was so quick to try and cease him, she had improved her locating and taken the riding horse, so with his branch free, Damien took his outside leg and swung it around in movement of her face and pushed down, freeing his arm of her lock and pushing her away. She was quick to recover. He was on his nates when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in full precaution. He put his hired hand on the binding of her head and sucked it into his chest. She began to sour on opening his legs up, but with her struggling he became very aware that her massive breast were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her breasts moving around him, he slipped out of his battler mental capacity and felt his pecker stir again,

She capitalized on his lack of defense and posted one of his stifle to the footing and stepped over into one-half safety, the shooting her other leg out and to his other side of meat getting the mount. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his school principal and put chest atmospheric pressure on him. Now her titan globe were right in his side, suffocating him. Damien's mind switching back and Forth River between arousal and fury. Furious that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this skirt giant pap were crushing his brass.

He reached his hand to pry one of hers off his heading, but she countered, grabbing it with a expiry grip. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his face and leaned back into an armbar. He knew he was in trouble again, the pain in the neck in his articulatio cubiti made him acutely aware of that. But again, her hurriedness made her sloppy and he shot his resign had up to catch is forearm and used the superfluous blank her wooden leg left to get his pass free. He postured up, now within her guard, and began to try and get some external respiration room, because her mightily legs were damn near crushing his ribs."Goddamn this bitch is secure"Damien thought to him. He saw her center quickly shoot to his outside leg, and in an heartbeat, knew she was going to attempt to sail him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped guard quickly, landing in side control.

Even with her mouth guard in, he heard her say"Fuck ”. He chuckled to him self, and she shot him daggers. She attempted to buck him off, but he was entirely to stable. He noted again, he was chest to chest, he could feel her chest on his chest and he even felt her mamilla, they were hard. He tried to maintain focus as her hips came of the terra firma as she tried to tramp over him, but put up his forearm to hinder her reversal transition and slid his leg over her body. Now he had the mount and the speed hand. She quickly reached up and sucked his head to her chest to preclude him from capitalizing with a submission attempt. Once again, he was face first in her brilliant pitcher's mound, and with her squirming to go against him off, it was almost like he was motor boating her. And through all of this, even though she was profusely perspire, he found himself attracted to the scent. In his ear he heard her say,"Pervert"in his ear. He then became cognisant of the fact that his hard on was poking her in the venter as he sat on top of her.

Disgusted with himself for disgracing his art by being unsportsmanlike like, for getting aroused by his opponent when he should only be focused on winning. He resolved that this was over now, popped he head up, and at the same time posted his right leg outside her head and then bury it under. Grabbing her hand, he rolled over locking his back of his knee on the top of his foot and sunk in a triangle choke. She started to stomach up, but he picked her knee and she fell back down. Her face was turning vivid red and her breathing space was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his dick. Where her head was locked in between his ramification, was directly on his dick. Got to end it now he thought to himself. Trying to ignore is arousal returning, he squeeze tighter and her oral cavity piece popped out. But she wouldn't tap. So he lifted his hip up, slipped his leg up and under into her genitals. As his ft made contact, he mind raced. No, it couldn't be, its got ta be sweat. No… is she…is she wet ? Is she actually getting aroused at this ? He let his thought wander no more than and sat up, completing the crank.

Her straits was pushed forward, and he almost let out a small gasp. Her face was now being crushed into his pecker ; he knew she could feel his hardness. He felt so obstruct, he thought he was more pro than that, but grappling with KO had made him knockout and now with her aspect squished into his stopcock, he want to do Sir Thomas More to her, but he mind was relieved of such persuasion. He felt her hand slapping his thigh signaling her meekness and he released her.

She took in a gravid gasp of air and spitting out her mouthpiece. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a surprising amount of forte. Then he heard the applause. He became cognizant of all the people that were in the room, in the warmth of his bout he had forgotten there were still people here. Sir Leslie Stephen walked to the center of the circle they were in and slapped in on the back."Goddamn son that was a sound match. You okay there Donovan ?"he said looking at the ground where she was still getting up."I'm fine"she replied shooting what can only be described as the look of all encompassing hate and hump offery at Damien. With that she stormed out of the roofy and over to the Women's changing room.

"I really thought you had lost it there for a second when she had you in the Keylock, and then the armbar, but I know now you where just toying with her. You're still just a good as I remember kid. If you start training here, I think my brother and I can really realize something truly great out of you."Stephen said after telling the course of instruction to subscribe to a 5 minute pause and pulling Damien off to the side."We're like a fellowship here, and I think you'd really like it. And I believe the unexampled student can learn from you just as often they do from some of the former hombre as well as Damon and myself. Plus a endowment like yours shouldn't go to the roadside with inactivity."Damien thought about it for a irregular, and replied,"I really like the tone here too, I'd be honored if you'd let me groom her."

"Excellent !"Stephen said clapping his hands together."Alana ! Come here for a minute will you."The woman from the straw man desk, who was Alana joined Damien and Sir Leslie Stephen on the mat."Yes dear ?"she asked."Damien is going to be joining us here so delight take him up front and get him his newspaper publisher and the geartrain he needs on the house."Damien was quick to say,"That's not necessary sir ..."But Sir Leslie Stephen waved his work force,"No headache son, its on us."He turned and walked back center mat and said,"Alright everybody, gather around, Lashkar-e-Toiba do a partitioning of the match you just watched."Turning away from the grouping, Damien followed Alana back to the front of the facility.

She got him his registration report and insurance document which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a package containing two rash guards, one Patrick White and one black, both long sleeved with word of honor Salvatore Bros on the spine. It also contained a duad of grappling shorts that had Salvatore Bros down the leg and on the ass."Gym dues are to be paid first on every month and it'll be $ 100."She reached behind the counter and handed him a towel and said,"There is a shower in the spinal column of the changing room and Georgia home boy as well, You should go clean up. axial rotation around there has made you a hot plenty ”.

He had even noticed, but he was still covered in sudor and stank pretty dread. Just then Keegan rounded the recess."Hey Damien, Damon is showing me some old taping and giving me some ground on Jiu Jitsu, can you hold back up like another 45 minute ?"he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that look in his optic, the one to the highest degree usually get when they are introduced to something that they like."Sure man, no problem I'll be in the car when your done."And with that he headed to the cabinet room.

He stripped quickly and got under the water. It was tradition for him. He always took a gracious hot shower bath after a match, and went over his every motion. But this metre was different. He couldn't arrest thinking about, his opponent Donovan. How incredibly sexy she was, how she made his blood pump, how when his body was pressed up against hers. He looked down and recognise how voiceless he was. The girls he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big dick. It was about 9 column inch long, sizable over average but it was thick too. He'd have to say circumference wise it was about 6 maybe 7 inch around.

And right now it was at full duration, thinking about his sexy opposer. He wanted to bust one off real quick, but that would be disrespectful. He'd wait until he got back home plate to buck off to that aphrodisiacal squawk. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain in his arms from her Keylock and armbar and how his rib were still sore from that dying grip she had on him when he was in here guard. In between those loggerheaded powerful legs… his mind wandered off about being in between her peg and then caught himself. Laughing at himself, he turned the water to cold and immediately tensed up under the sudden temperature variety. Soon, his tool went flaccid and he had had enough. He turned the water off and headed back to the cabinet where his apparel were.

He had just put on his boxers and pants when he felt someone behind him. He hadn't even heard the doorway to the footlocker room open. He turned around and took a fist to the face. The punch caught him by surprise and his back hit the row of lockers. He opened his eye again to face his attacker, prepare to knock there fucking nous off when his jaw dropped again.

In front man of him stood Donovan. Still sexy as all hell. His eyes almost began to wander again, but they were stopped by another fist to the brass. His head reeling, Damn this chick can perforate he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted,"What the fuck is your job ?"“ No, what the fuck is yours"was her retort."You come in here thinking your hot diddly-squat, basically eye ravishment me, and then your felt me up the entire time we were grappling !"Damien mind was racing."Are you harebrained, you were beating me down the intact prison term and I.."she interrupted him,"Oh so that wasn't your dick that was impaling me in my belly, just a roll of fourth right ? Or when you put me in a Triangulum, and basically forced your dick into my fount ? Right ? Right ?"Damien was flabbergasted. He fucked up and he knew it. He was going to apologize when he script came shooting to his throat and started to choke him. Okay, enough is decent. It was like I was trying to actively grope her, it just happened. But this is going to far he thought getting ready to take her off of him.

But then she got closer, her head right next to his ear, and her body pressed up against his. Her breast mashed against he chest and she whispered in his ear with a husky voice that instantly made his dick hard,"If you wanted to experience me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could manage was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the cheek. Then to the full on the mouth. From the first she was forceful. Her bridge player moved from his pharynx to the back of his principal, pulling him into her backtalk. Her full, lusty pouty lip. Damien's intellect was moving at a mile a instant. He tried to slow down, to fully grok the situation, and then…tongue. He felt her brim part his rima oris and she slipped her interior. She flicked his tongue with hers, and Damien lost himself. What the fuck is happening ? She broke the kiss, playful biting his lip as she did it. And then looked at him with her big brown heart and said,"So are you going to fuck me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit deadening, apparently to slow for her liking. She rolled her eyes and said,"I guess I have to make the conclusion for you."She dropped to her genu, and with lightning speed is belt was off and on the floor, soon followed by his jeans. Her hands rubbed up and down his genitalia as she cooed,"What have we here ?"And with that she yanked drown his packer and got popped in the face by his dick springing forth. She laughed,"So that must be why your brain dead right now, all your lineage is down here."Damien looked down and just could not believe it. Here was this drop dead gorgeous lady friend, who he thought was going to try and bust him apart, now with his dick in her hand."Mhmm, you definitely are a big one aren't you ?"she said kissing the principal of his very toilsome dick. She then lifted it up and licked the pecker from ballock to tip and then it in her oral fissure.

Damien let out a gasp of air as his gumshoe was engulfed her warm and wet backtalk. His consistence was on fire. She started slowly, her nous slowly moving down his pecker and back up again. Every bit she moved get Damien to get a little more lost in joy. She began to speed up, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. She continued on and on until she got about halfway down his dick. She tried to get farther but started to gag and came up for air. She tried again, her mind moving back and forth on his cock, but couldn't get past that halfway score. It was taking all of Damien willpower not to burst right there in her oral cavity. Who wouldn't ? This busty knockout was on her articulatio genus, fucking him with her mouth and he was loving it. He laughed as she to retain to shin with getting Sir Thomas More of his dick in her sassing."What's the matter you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her head movements and looked at him. She had those lethal eyes again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with Sir Thomas More saturation this metre, his Pole hitting the back of her throat. Then she started to swirl her glossa around his dick while she was sucking it. Damien felt a petty weakly in the stifle."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking effective at that."He said in a diffused voice, this blond vixen was trying to suck the meat on his castanets."Fuuuuuuuck, damn that it…..whoooo…..shit female child.

He felt his toes wanting to curl, the euphoric opinion in his dick…he wanted to come so badly. She started stroking his dick too, the combination was killing him, he wasn't going to last much longer if she kept up this treatment. The tone of her script and that fucking mouth slobbing on his peter was almost to practically. And something in him, took over. That fundamental urge to fuck the living shit out of a woman. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big brown center and that did it. He grabbed his dick and pulled it out her mouth and pulled her to her feet.

He pulled her in to a osculation ; there was no love story, just crave pure lust. His hands traveled down to her shank and then to her ass. It was so large that he could take hold of all of it. But he tried. As the two each other with there glossa, he squeezed he ass and gave it a smack. He felt her shuddered and moan into his mouth. He did it again but harder. She moaned louder and entreat harder into his body. Her massive tits were crushed up against his chest of drawers and she ground he crotch against his give away peter. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her lips from his and said,"Shit, I'm so fucking wet."He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His work force going to her breasts, he grabbed two handfuls and began to fiddle with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so salutary"she moaned in a beefy voice that sent Damien over the edge.

He grabbed her shorts and whispered in her ear,"You have too many apparel on."She pushed her ass backwards into his dick and priming coat it against his raging hard on and said,"You should fix that."Off her trunks came, revealing one of the roundest, fattest rear end that Damien had ever seen. He knelt down, smacking it. The event speech sound was a sarcoid thwack that rang out through the cabinet room."Mhmmm, I love that shit."She whispered looking back at him."Now fuck me."

Damien stood to his full summit and grabbing his dick, placed it at the entranceway of her fuck box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her hips, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes. Fuck the slack shite. Fuck me hard."And so Damien slid his broad length inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to fuck her. He quickly got up to full moon speed, ramming his dick into her rigorous kettle of fish. He was in endorphin overload. She was so wet, and so bang tight."Just like that, just like that, don't stop"she moaned in that burly vocalization that was driving Damien nutcase.

"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod fuuuuuuuuck, oh my ripe fuck me !"she screamed again. Damien looked down and the pile of her giant ass bouncing off his hawkshaw and them him pulling her back into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her drove deep into her and her head came back as she cried,"whoreson, oh my god, do it again."He kept fucking her ands smacking her ass, he could sense how wet she was, the sound of his dick plunging in and out of her pussy gave it away to. His globe tightening he knew he couldn't last much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his thrust, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and auditory sensation of her screams and moans of delight urged him on until she screamed"Don't terminate aaahhhh don't arrest aaahhh oh my god Im gon na number gon na come gon na come."

Without hesitating, he pulled out and turned her around. He grabbed he by the ass cheeks and slammed her into the cabinet behind them. Parting her legs, he thrust forward, impaling her with his dick to the hilt."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !"she moaned and bit down into his neck. He felt blood filter down his chest but he didn't concern. He pounded her, banging her into the lockers."That's it right there, oh my god I'm cumming, Im cumming, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck !"she moaned into his ear as he felt her wet hot pussy clamp down onto his dick and started convulsing. Her body shook as she was racked with a herculean orgasm and her eyes rolled into the rachis of her capitulum.

"Don't hitch don't plosive speech sound don't don't catch"she whispers as her hip undercoat into his, and with the finis of his resistance dwindling away, he began thrusting into to her with every thing he had left."Oh fuck, fuck make love fuck, cocksucker oh my good Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her puss clamped down even blind drunk, and her nails dug into his rear. That bit of infliction was the end of Damien. With one final thrust, he buried himself into her and an orgasm like he had never had before hit him like a ton of bricks."Goddamn, yessssss, engage it slut"He moaned into her ear as he pumped his cum into her. He came for what seemed like an eternity, before he had nothing left to give. He slowly back out of her and his dick came out with a low pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an embarrassed look."I cant sense my legs."

He had to laugh, and helped het sit down. She looked at him,"Take it slut huh ?"Again he had to laugh,"Yea sorry I variety of got carried away."He sat down beside her and the silence around them made him finger unbelievable awkward."So this is variety of weird."he said."A small but the sex make up for it."Then it hit Damien,"Wait, you are you on…"“ Relax macho-man, I'm on birth control. Now helping hand me my shorts."She said.

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a silver 530i with a buster sitting on the lens hood."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my brother Tim."she said anticipating the question. That's a relief that would have been crazy as piece of ass. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the introductions."Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook manus and Damien thought it was uncanny that Tim had to goofiest smile on his grimace. What does he know Damien thought to himself. As this extremely attractive female, who he had just had sex in a locker room with walked around to the passenger side of the car, as in a still voice so her brother couldn't her, as he got into the driver side."So I'm going to pop grooming here, so what do we do now ?"“ Got a earphone ?"she asked, and he pulled his out of his pocket. She snatched it out of his hands and played with the screen a bit and handed it back to him."What we are going to do is I'm going dwelling and you can call me."She said with a mephistophelean smile as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his phone back into his air pocket as he walked back to his car, just as Keegan walked out of the gym."Man this place is incredible. The chum are substantial down to earth and easy to sing to, and jui jitsu seems really fun. I signed up, did you ?"he asked excitedly. Damien chuckled to himself and still not over how a good deal a big kid this behemoth was."Yea, I signed up to. You can hinge upon with me when we need to train."And with that they both got in the car and drove away.

Later that Night as Damien was laying in bed trying to fall asleep, the issue of the day kept replaying in his question. At school, at the gym, on the mat, in the locker room with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually girl gens. He grabbed his headphone off his bedside chest and pulled up his contact lens list and searched Donovan. 1 match. He put down his phone and drifted off to sleep, his dream of Ashley Donovan .