When Damien Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 dog pound and a smooth brown hide tone, with he knew all that clip spent in the gym over the summer had been worth it. He had a well defined consistence. The hours he spent lifting as well as doing muay Thai and jui jitsu at his gym, Wolfpak, had paid off. Now as he began his first year at college in New Hampshire down, away from all his friends and kinfolk back abode in Long Beach, he was fix to pop out fresh, to begin his new liveliness. He finished shave, and returned back to his room to get dressed. He put on a twosome of idle low jean and a red release up shirt.


Rolling up the sleeves to his elbows and putting on a duo of Andrew D. White Nikes, he couldn't wait for the first day of classes to start. Orientation had shown him that this school would be something deserving remembering, he just knew it. The girls were extremely attractive, and he had met a couple of fop that seemed pretty nerveless too. He walked into the kitchen of his apartment, 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 classic cars that everyone loved today were, at one degree in time, at an bunglesome sentence leg where they were 17 years old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 years old, they suddenly became collector's objet d'art. He was just making sure enough he had it from the get go.

And it wasn't like it was a rust bucket. He had ported and polished the read/write head, dropped a performance camshaft in, put in a cold air inlet, ceramic header back exhausts, a high stall torque convertor, a supercharger, and deceiver glossy tire. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the fanny steering wheel. Not to mention the suspension was completely redone, the Interior was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of blackened and purpurate with the paint job being a thug matte blackamoor. He did be intimate his car, working on it for 5 years and paying for it by working at this heart and soul packing factory back home.

He got in the car, put the key in the ignition and turned the car over. It roared to animation as a gaggle of fille walked across the street. Damien could see in the behind view mirror them jump at the sound of the wolf and how they looked at on in awe and fervour. He put on his shades, and said to himself,"Yea, this is going to be a expert year."
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Damien started on as the professor at the head of the class was going on about the syllabus for the twelvemonth. trig was his first course of study of the day, and he knew he was fucked. Math had never been his strong suit and he had barely passed trig in high-pitched school. As he listened to the older man droning on about how the course of instruction would be conducted, Damien let his oculus wander around the lecture Hall. There were a lot of really trade good looking young woman in this family, he thought to himself. He already knew that this subject was going to be an rising battle in the rainwater, but he might he a brace of hook-ups out of it.

The professor dismissed the class and he stood up and walked toward the exit. As he was just out the door, a voice 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 doll. There's a party Friday at one of their admirer houses out in educatee Housing, you down ?"“ Fucking A right wing, I'm secret plan"Damien said."What do you throw next ?"To which Max replied,"English language 101."Damien glad he had a course of instruction with someone he knew said,"Sweet, I've got that one too ”. As the pair walked towards the building of their next class, they couldn't assistant but notice all the coeds, the hot coeds all around them. There was a group of fille over by some picnic board, a duo playing Frisbee with some guy cable under the tree, they were everywhere.

"So many choices, so little difference."Max said as they watched they pleasant-tasting females."My goal this year is to bang as many of them as I possible can without getting herpes."“ well, there certainly isn't a deficit, so serious lot with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their speech hall and got seats in the backbone of the room. As people started to pile, Max and Damien spotted three more guys they met at orientation who came up to sit with them. Jake, a rangy whiten boy with blonde hair, blue eyes was one of those guy rope who should have grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha voice. Keegan, was a magnanimous Russian confrere, even taller than Damien by a duo of inch, and massively built but gave off that vibe that he wouldn't harm a fly until you fucked with him…then he'd tear your psyche off. And then there was Ricardo. He was a shorter guy, full on Spaniard and even had the accent and slicked back hair to go with it. The five of them caught up on the last couple of days while people continued to stream into the room.

Then Keegan asked Damien,"Hey did you see that martial artistic production place right off campus ?"Damien pinna perking up replied,"No, I didn't know there was any billet 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."fountainhead, I'm going to check it out around 6 tonight. You want to descend ? You've done that kind of stuff before right field ?"Keegan asked."Yea, I know a little, I'll come with you."

Damien was however, being quite small. Back home he had been doing muay thai and jui jitsu for about 4 years. His stall up was secure, but it was on the ground where he shined. He had gone to tournaments and contender winning a serious absolute majority of them for the division he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a prestigious wrestling tournament known world panoptic and he placed second base in that tourney for his division. He mind wandered off, thinking about that dark and excited to deliver found another gym so quickly. He hoped that it would pan out and have adept instructors and not be one of those dime a dozen gymnasium. Just then the professor for that form walked in and began his first appearance. But Damien psyche was else where ; his mind 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 readiness were the words Salvatore Bros."This is the place ?"Damien asked and Keegan nodded his head. They both got out and head towards the door. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the sound of a talk being given. There was an older lady at the battlefront desk, around 50 with grey hair line-shooting's groundwork around the eyes, but a warming smile on her face."howdy, can I facilitate you ?"she asked. Damien said to her,"Hi, me and my supporter here are new to the expanse 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 lesson right now, there are chairperson on the mat, and you can go sit in and watch."“ Thank you very lots ma'am. come on Lashkar-e-Tayyiba go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the corner towards the mat. There was a note of chairperson along the rampart where the two sat. In the center of the mat where two older gentleman who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore brothers and they were demonstrating a triangle choke crank. 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 resister in a triangle choking coil. But because he's resisting the submission, the attacked lifts his hips and switching opposite to the outdoors leg. Then, placing the top of his pes inside his antagonist crotch, he sinks his hips down and sits up which doubles the force per unit area on the neck and immediately forces the opponent to tap out or have his cervix broken."As on cue, one of the brother demonstrates the move and as soon as it was locked in, the other brother tapped the mat."shit, that make face like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The brother broke the circle sending everyone out to practice the technique, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan."Hows it going boy ?"one of the brothers said to them."My name is Sir Leslie Stephen Salvatore and this is my brother Damon. You guys new around here ?"Keegan spoke up, feeling a little out of his element,"Yes sir, we both just started schooling down the road."Damon replied,"Yea we get a lot of the bookman who like to make out in from time to prison term. As you can see, we have a pretty various grouping here."As Damien looked around he saw Negro, whiten, male, female, younger and older. It was a somewhat diverse, a just sign, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to lie with shop up. As he continued to expect around, Stephen exclamation snapped him out of his reflection."Hey wait a minute I know you. Ummm, Damien Mary Harris Jones right ?"“ Uh yea, how did you sleep together that ?"Damien asked, puzzled."The Abu Dhabi go year, you were in the 180s. I followed your peer and I have to say I was thoroughly impressed. You are extremely gifted. pity you didn't take first."Stephen said."Wow, I didn't even think some one would remember from a tournament a yr ago."Damon spoke up,"No, I remember you now to, the shoemaker's last match, that was one of the best matches I've seen. I rooted for you the entire time."Damien was glad he was dark skinned, he hated the cerebration of masses seeing him bloom.

The brothers turned their attending to Keegan, the elephant in the room."And what about you son ? Why so quiet ?"Stephen asked."To be honest sir, this is the first meter seeing anything like this. I guess this is form of what a angle out of water feeling like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the docile giant,"cum on son, lets sit down and let me tell you a little about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his friend on the book binding and said,"Don't concern you'll be alright man."

As Damon and Keegan walked to the far end of the chairs to sit down, Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to roam around a bit."A lot of the multitude in right now aren't too experient but I don't believe in separating them from the more advanced guy, it helps them learn. So there a couple hoi polloi in here who should be able to keep open up with you…for a short while at least."Sir Leslie Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be black."I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably kick my ass."He said."trumpery !"Stephen exclaimed,"Your kind of talent doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to have you grapple one of my best, if not practiced. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the impulse he felt to roll 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 occurrent, either way he wanted to end up on the mat tonight and the fact that he didn't bring his gear made it a piddling mad at himself. Stephen waved his manus,"Go see my wife up front, she'll set you up."

Damien turned and walked back towards the strawman, to the receptionist desk and relayed Olaf's message. The woman left for a moment and returned with a black retentive sleeve rash guard, a duad of underdrawers and a utter piece."Here you go, the Men's changing room is just that way"she said pointing him in the right direction."Thank you ma'am"he replied walking towards the changing room.

He quickly changed over, his adrenaline beginning to pump, his heart rate racing at the thought of getting on the mat. He laughed at himself, no thing how many times he grappled ; it always felt like the first of all metre to him. He walked back out of the bathroom, the cold tile under his understructure and leaving his clothes on the bench next to the social movement sideboard. He walked back out to the mat and over to Stephen and said,"I'm ready. Let's do this."Stephen laughed a deep hearty laugh,"I love the eagerness. Alright, I'll oblige. Donovan, where are you at ?"A feminine voice behind him said,"Over here."Damien turned around and his jaw dropped.

What a sight to lay eyes on. Tall, as she was almost eye spirit level with him, dark-brown centre, with blond hair that whisker brown streaks in, that was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. Cute small little nose, with these full lush lips. She was extremely bosomy, that much was evident, as she was wearing a compression shirt like his, but her chest still protruded quite a bit. His optic traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her pelvic girdle were great and one shot, and she was in Sprawl fight drawers which hide the design. She had to be packing an ass. And her legs were midst, that led down to animal foot with cunning garden pink colored toenails with flowers 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 vocalization. Even though she had just threatened him, her vocalization made Damien stir in his short pants. She walked past him, bumping her shoulder joint into him hard as she did it, to the pith of the mat. Stephen laughed again and said,"good luck son ”. He followed her and noticed her ass. It was huge. Even in the figure hiding shorts, which weren't doing their job, it stuck out and could see it jiggling as she walked. The sight alone made him firmly, very hard. She stopped and turned around to face him, and the other grappling hook had stopped practicing and formed a circle around the two.

"You two ready ?"Sir Leslie Stephen said outside the roofy of bookman. The lady friend looked at him and nodded her head and Damien said"Ready ”. Then Stephen sized the two of them up and said"Begin."Damien tried to get his mind together. This smasher in front of him, even though she had a aspect in her had that made her seem like she wanted to deplumate his head off, was making him very distracted. He extended his hand, customary between two opponents as to like each other a unspoilt match.

She grabbed it with her outside bridge player, and shooting her inside hand under his armpit, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the ceiling fly before his eyes and landed hard on his backrest, the confidential information knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could respond, she threaded her destitute mitt under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the pressure sensation immediately pop to build up in his arm and shoulder and knew he was in trouble.

His mind shut off and instinct kicked. Because she was so speedy to try and finish him, she had improved her side and taken the saddle horse, so with his ramification relieve, Damien took his outdoor leg and swung it around in front line of her face and pushed down, freeing his arm of her lock and pushing her away. She was quick to find. He was on his can when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in good guard. He put his handwriting on the backbone of her head and sucked it into his chest of drawers. She began to forge on opening his legs up, but with her struggling he became very aware that her monumental breast were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her breasts moving around him, he slipped out of his paladin brain and felt his dick stir again,

She capitalized on his lack of defense and posted one of his genu to the ground and stepped over into half guard, the shooting her other leg out and to his early side getting the saddle horse. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his mind and put bureau press on him. Now her giant globes were right in his face, suffocating him. Damien's mind switching back and Forth River between arousal and hysteria. angered that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this chick giant teat were crushing his human face.

He reached his hand to pry one of hers off his oral sex, but she countered, grabbing it with a decease grip. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his side and leaned back into an armbar. He knew he was in trouble again, the pain in his elbow made him acutely aware of that. But again, her precipitation made her haphazard and he shot his free had up to snap up is forearm and used the extra space her legs left to get his question free. He postured up, now within her precaution, and began to try and get some breathing room, because her brawny leg were damn near crushing his ribs."Goddamn this bitch is strong"Damien thought to him. He saw her eye quickly shoot to his outside leg, and in an minute, knew she was going to attempt to sweep him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped guard quickly, landing in incline control.

Even with her mouth guard in, he heard her say"nookie ”. He chuckled to him self, and she shot him sticker. She attempted to shoot down him off, but he was entirely to stable. He noted again, he was breast to chest, he could feel her titty on his bureau and he even felt her nipples, they were hard. He tried to exert focus as her articulatio coxae came of the primer coat as she tried to range over him, but put up his forearm to bar her reversal passage and slid his leg over her body. Now he had the mount and the upper helping hand. She quickly reached up and sucked his fountainhead to her chest to prevent him from capitalizing with a submission attempt. Once again, he was font first in her splendid mounds, and with her squirming to buck him off, it was almost like he was motor boating her. And through all of this, even though she was profusely sweating, he found himself attracted to the scent. In his ear he heard her say,"Pervert"in his ear. He then became aware of the fact that his hard on was poking her in the tummy as he sat on top of her.

Disgusted with himself for disgracing his art by being unsportsmanlike like, for getting aroused by his opposition 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 read/write head and then fall off it under. Grabbing her handwriting, he rolled over locking his back of his knee on the top of his substructure and sunk in a triangle choke coil. She started to stand up, but he picked her genu and she fell back down. Her expression was turning bright red and her breath was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his dick. Where her head was locked in between his legs, was directly on his prick. Got to end it now he thought to himself. Trying to ignore is arousal returning, he squeeze tighter and her mouth piece popped out. But she wouldn't tap. So he lifted his rosehip up, slipped his leg up and under into her genitalia. As his foot made liaison, 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 reckon wander no more and sat up, completing the methamphetamine.

Her head was pushed forward, and he almost let out a pocket-size pant. Her face was now being crushed into his dick ; he knew she could feel his harshness. He felt so embarrassed, he thought he was more professional than that, but grappling with knockout had made him hard and now with her face squished into his cock, he want to do more to her, but he nous was relieved of such thoughts. He felt her handwriting slapping his thigh signaling her submission and he released her.

She took in a large gasp of air and expectoration out her mouthpiece. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a storm amount of strength. Then he heard the clapping. He became aware of all the people that were in the room, in the heating of his turn 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 rachis."Goddamn son that was a trade good match. You okay there Donovan ?"he said looking at the primer coat where she was still getting up."I'm ok"she replied shooting what can only be described as the look of all encompassing hate and fuck offery at Damien. With that she stormed out of the circle and over to the charwoman's changing room.

"I really thought you had lost it there for a minute 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 reach something truly great out of you."Stephen said after telling the class to take a 5 minute gap and pulling Damien off to the position."We're like a family here, and I think you'd really like it. And I believe the newfangled pupil can find out from you just as much they do from some of the other cat as well as Damon and myself. Plus a talent like yours shouldn't go to the roadside with inactivity."Damien thought about it for a mo, and replied,"I really like the feel here too, I'd be honored if you'd let me trail her."

"Excellent !"Stephen said clapping his hands together."Alana ! come here for a minute will you."The adult female from the front desk, who was Alana joined Damien and Stephen on the mat."Yes love ?"she asked."Damien is going to be joining us here so delight take him up forepart and get him his written document and the gear he needs on the house."Damien was immediate to say,"That's not necessary sir ..."But Stephen waved his hired hand,"No trouble son, its on us."He turned and walked back center mat and said,"Alright everybody, gather around, lets do a equipment failure of the match you just watched."Turning away from the radical, Damien followed Alana back to the strawman of the facility.

She got him his enrollment papers and insurance document which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a software package containing two skin rash guards, one white and one black, both hanker sleeved with row Salvatore Bros on the back. It also contained a pair of grapples shortstop 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 retort and handed him a towel and said,"There is a shower in the rear of the changing room and goop as well, You should go strip up. coil around there has made you a hot mess ”.

He had even noticed, but he was still covered in sudor and stank pretty awed. Just then Keegan rounded the box."Hey Damien, Damon is showing me some old tapeline and giving me some background on Jiu Jitsu, can you wait up like another 45 transactions ?"he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that look in his eye, the one nigh usually get when they are introduced to something that they like."Sure man, no trouble I'll be in the car when your done."And with that he headed to the locker room.

He stripped quickly and got under the pee. It was tradition for him. He always took a decent hot exhibitor after a match, and went over his every relocation. But this time was different. He couldn't stop thinking about, his opponent Donovan. How incredibly sexy she was, how she made his line of descent pump, how when his consistence was pressed up against hers. He looked down and realized how concentrated he was. The girls he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big shaft. It was about 9 inches long, sizable over average but it was thick too. He'd have to say circumference Wise it was about 6 maybe 7 inches around.

And right now it was at full distance, thinking about his sexy opposer. He wanted to burst one off real number speedy, but that would be disrespectful. He'd wait until he got back home to jerk off to that sexy bitch. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain in the neck in his arms from her Keylock and armbar and how his ribs were still sore from that death grip she had on him when he was in here guard. In between those slurred powerful legs… his nous wandered off about being in between her legs and then caught himself. Laughing at himself, he turned the piddle to cold and immediately tensed up under the sudden temperature change. Soon, his tool went flaccid and he had had enough. He turned the water off and headed back to the locker where his clothes were.

He had just put on his boxers and pants when he felt someone behind him. He hadn't even heard the door to the locker room capable. He turned around and took a fist to the face. The punch caught him by surprise and his back hit the row of cabinet. He opened his eyes again to face his attacker, ready to knock there fucking head off when his jaw dropped again.

In front of him stood Donovan. Still sexy as all netherworld. His center almost began to tramp again, but they were stopped by another fist to the facial expression. 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 problem ?"“ No, what the screwing is yours"was her retort."You come in here thinking your hot diddley, basically eye rape me, and then your felt me up the entire time we were grappling !"Damien head was racing."Are you insane, you were beating me down the intact time and I.."she interrupted him,"Oh so that wasn't your peter that was impaling me in my stomach, just a cast of quarters right ? Or when you put me in a Triangulum, and basically forced your dick into my boldness ? Right ? Right ?"Damien was flabbergasted. He fucked up and he knew it. He was going to rationalise when he hand came shooting to his throat and started to gag him. Okay, enough is plenty. It was like I was trying to actively fumble her, it just happened. But this is going to far he thought getting gear up to take her off of him.

But then she got closer, her pass right next to his ear, and her body pressed up against his. Her white meat mashed against he chest and she whispered in his ear with a burly vocalism that instantly made his hawkshaw hard,"If you wanted to feel me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could superintend was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the cheek. Then wide-cut on the mouth. From the start she was forceful. Her hand moved from his throat to the back of his head, pulling him into her sass. Her full, concupiscent pouty rim. Damien's judgement was moving at a mile a minute. He tried to slack down, to fully compass the place, and then…tongue. He felt her lips component part his mouth and she slipped her inside. She flicked his natural language with hers, and Damien lost himself. What the ass is happening ? She broke the buss, playful biting his lip as she did it. And then looked at him with her big brown eyes and said,"So are you going to fuck me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit dense, apparently to slow for her liking. She rolled her eye and said,"I guess I have to make the decisiveness for you."She dropped to her knees, and with lightning hurrying is belt was off and on the floor, soon followed by his jeans. Her hands rubbed up and down his crotch as she cooed,"What have we here ?"And with that she yanked drown his bagger and got popped in the typeface by his dick springing Forth. She laughed,"So that must be why your brain absolutely right now, all your blood is down here."Damien looked down and just could not believe it. Here was this drop dead gorgeous girl, who he thought was going to try and tear him apart, now with his gumshoe in her manus."Mhmm, you definitely are a big one aren't you ?"she said kissing the point of his very hard dick. She then lifted it up and licked the cock from clod to tip and then it in her mouth.

Damien let out a pant of air as his dick was engulfed her warm and wet back talk. His soundbox was on firing. She started slowly, her foreland slowly moving down his calamus and back up again. Every bit she moved have Damien to get a little Sir Thomas More lost in joy. She began to speed up up, her head word bobbing up and down on his pecker. She continued on and on until she got about halfway down his cock. She tried to get farther but started to gag and came up for air. She tried again, her school principal moving back and Forth on his cock, but couldn't get past that halfway mark. It was taking all of Damien self-will not to explode right there in her mouthpiece. Who wouldn't ? This busty mantrap was on her knees, fucking him with her mouth and he was loving it. He laughed as she to extend to struggle with getting more of his dick in her rima oris."What's the subject you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her head movements and looked at him. She had those lifelessly oculus again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with to a greater extent saturation this time, his pole hitting the back of her throat. Then she started to purl her spit around his dick while she was sucking it. Damien felt a little weak in the genu."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking good at that."He said in a soft representative, this blonde vixen was trying to give suck the centre on his clappers."Fuuuuuuuck, damn that it…..whoooo…..shit lady friend.

He felt his toes wanting to kink, the euphoric impression 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 endure much longer if she kept up this treatment. The flavor of her custody and that fucking mouth slobbing on his dick was almost to much. And something in him, took over. That primal itch to have a go at it the keep shit out of a cleaning woman. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big John Brown oculus and that did it. He grabbed his cock and pulled it out her sassing and pulled her to her feet.

He pulled her in to a buss ; there was no romance, just lustfulness pure lust. His script traveled down to her waist and then to her ass. It was so heavy that he could snap up all of it. But he tried. As the two each early with there glossa, he squeezed he ass and gave it a sapidity. He felt her shuddered and groan into his mouth. He did it again but intemperate. She moaned louder and bid harder into his body. Her massive knocker were crushed up against his pectus and she ground he crotch against his expose cock. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her backtalk from his and said,"Shit, I'm so fucking wet."He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His manus going to her breast, he grabbed two handfuls and began to play with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so ripe"she moaned in a beefy representative that sent Damien over the edge.

He grabbed her shorts and whispered in her ear,"You have too many dress on."She pushed her ass backwards into his peter and earth it against his raging hard on and said,"You should fix that."Off her shorts came, revealing one of the roundest, fattest asses that Damien had ever seen. He knelt down, smacking it. The solution sound was a fleshy 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 height and grabbing his dick, placed it at the entrance of her fuck box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her hips, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, screwing yes. fuck the slow motherfucker. roll in the hay me hard."And so Damien slid his full length inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to jazz her. He quickly got up to wide f number, ramming his tool into her tight pickle. He was in endorphin overload. She was so wet, and so fucking tight."Just like that, just like that, don't stop"she moaned in that husky voice that was driving Damien nutcase.

"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod fuuuuuuuuck, oh my good fuck me !"she screamed again. Damien looked down and the vision of her giant ass bouncing off his putz and them him pulling her back into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her drove trench into her and her chief came back as she cried,"Shit, oh my god, do it again."He kept fucking her ands smacking her ass, he could feel how wet she was, the speech sound of his dick plunging in and out of her pussy gave it away to. His ballock tightening he knew he couldn't net much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his thrust, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and audio of her screams and moans of pleasure urged him on until she screamed"Don't stop aaahhhh don't stop aaahhh oh my god Im gon na come 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 storage locker behind them. Parting her pegleg, he thrust forward, impaling her with his cock to the hilt."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !"she moaned and bit down into his neck opening. He felt stock trickle down his chest but he didn't care. 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 twat clamp down onto his dick and started convulsing. Her body shook as she was racked with a potent orgasm and her eyes rolled into the backrest of her psyche.

"Don't point don't occlusive don't don't occlusive"she whispers as her hip ground into his, and with the last of his electrical resistance dwindling away, he began thrusting into to her with every matter he had left."Oh fuck, roll in the hay love fuck, son of a bitch oh my expert Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her pussycat clamped down even tighter, and her nail down dug into his back. That bit of pain was the end of Damien. With one concluding push, he buried himself into her and an sexual climax like he had never had before hit him like a ton of bricks."Goddamn, yessssss, take it slut"He moaned into her ear as he pumped his cum into her. He came for what seemed like an timelessness, before he had nothing left to give. He slowly back out of her and his dick came out with a small pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an embarrassed flavor."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 kind of got carried away."He sat down beside her and the silence around them made him experience incredible awkward."So this is kind of weird."he said."A little but the sex make up for it."Then it hit Damien,"delay, you are you on…"“ Relax stud, I'm on birth control. Now hand me my shorts."She said.

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a silver 530i with a swell sitting on the punk."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my sidekick Tim."she said anticipating the question. That's a relief that would feature been wild as fucking. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the introductions."Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook handwriting and Damien thought it was uncanny that Tim had to goofiest smile on his human face. What does he make out Damien thought to himself. As this extremely attractive female person, who he had just had sex in a locker room with walked around to the passenger side of the car, as in a restrained voice so her comrade couldn't her, as he got into the device driver side."So I'm going to start training here, so what do we do now ?"“ Got a phone ?"she asked, and he pulled his out of his pocket. She snatched it out of his hands and played with the silver screen a bit and handed it back to him."What we are going to do is I'm going base and you can address me."She said with a devilish grin as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his phone back into his sack as he walked back to his car, just as Keegan walked out of the gym."Man this place is unbelievable. The comrade are real down to earth and easy to let the cat out of the bag to, and jui jitsu seems really fun. I signed up, did you ?"he asked excitedly. Damien chuckled to himself and still not over how much a big kid this behemoth was."Yea, I signed up to. You can tease with me when we need to train."And with that they both got in the car and drove away.

Later that Nox as Damien was laying in bed trying to fall asleep, the consequence of the day kept replaying in his head. At schooling, at the gym, on the mat, in the storage locker room with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually young woman public figure. He grabbed his earphone off his bedside dresser and pulled up his contact list and searched Donovan. 1 match. He put down his phone and drifted off to sleep, his dreams of Ashley Donovan .