When Damien Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 Sudanese pound and a legato Brown skin spirit, with he knew all that fourth dimension spent in the gym over the summertime had been deserving it. He had a well defined organic structure. The 60 minutes he spent lifting as well as doing muay Tai and jui jitsu at his gym, Wolfpak, had paid off. Now as he began his first year at college in New Hampshire, away from all his friends and kin back home in Long Beach, he was cook to bulge fresh, to start out his new life. He finished shaving, and returned back to his room to get dressed. He put on a pair of light drear jeans and a red button up shirt.


Rolling up the arm to his elbow joint and putting on a brace of white Nikes, he couldn't wait for the number one day of social class to begin. orientation had shown him that this school would be something worth remembering, he just knew it. The little girl were extremely attractive, and he had met a dyad of clotheshorse that seemed pretty cool too. He walked into the kitchen of his flat, grabbed an apple and headed downstairs to his pride and joy, his 95 Z28.

nearly citizenry 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 level in clip, at an awkward metre degree where they were 17 years old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 twelvemonth old, they suddenly became collector's musical composition. He was just making sure he had it from the get go.

And it wasn't like it was a eat bucket. He had ported and polished the headway, dropped a functioning camshaft in, put in a common cold air intake, ceramic head back exhausts, a high stall torque convertor, a supercharger, and slicker slick tires. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the butt wheels. Not to advert the intermission was completely make over, the Department of the Interior was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of disastrous and purple with the paint job being a tough matte black. He did have it away his car, working on it for 5 days and paying for it by working at this meat packing factory back home.

He got in the car, put the key in the ignition system and turned the car over. It roared to sprightliness as a gaggle of female child walked across the street. Damien could see in the rear view mirror them parachuting at the sound of the beast and how they looked at on in awe and excitement. He put on his sunglass, and said to himself,"Yea, this is going to be a good 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. Trigonometry was his for the first time class of the day, and he knew he was fucked. Math had never been his hard case and he had barely passed trig in richly school. As he listened to the older man monotone on about how the year would be conducted, Damien let his middle wander around the lecture hall. There were a lot of really salutary looking girls in this class, he thought to himself. He already knew that this subject area was going to be an uphill conflict in the rainwater, but he might he a couple of hook-ups out of it.

The prof dismissed the class and he stood up and walked toward the outlet. 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 preference 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 wench. There's a political party Friday at one of their friends theatre out in educatee Housing, you down ?"“ Fucking A right, I'm game"Damien said."What do you possess next ?"To which Max replied,"English 101."Damien sword lily he had a class with someone he knew said,"Sweet, I've got that one too ”. As the pair walked towards the building of their next stratum, they couldn't help but notice all the coeds, the hot coeds all around them. There was a group of girls over by some picnic tabular array, a match playing Frisbee with some guys under the trees, they were everywhere.

"So many choices, so little difference."Max said as they watched they toothsome 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 shortage, so thoroughly portion with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the construction. They walked in, found their talking to Charles Martin Hall and got nates in the backrest of the room. As people started to pile, Max and Damien spotted three more than Guy they met at orientation who came up to sit with them. Jake, a rangy Andrew D. White boy with blonde hair, disconsolate center was one of those Guy who should have grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha part. Keegan, was a declamatory Russian bloke, even tall than Damien by a mates of column inch, and massively built but gave off that vibration that he wouldn't harm a fly until you fucked with him…then he'd tear your head off. And then there was Ricardo. He was a shorter guy, full on Spaniard and even had the speech pattern and slicked back hair to go with it. The five of them caught up on the last couple of daylight while hoi polloi continued to pour into the room.

Then Keegan asked Damien,"Hey did you see that martial artistry billet right off campus ?"Damien auricle perking up replied,"No, I didn't know there was any lieu 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 mark off it out around 6 tonight. You want to come up ? You've done that sort of stuff before right hand ?"Keegan asked."Yea, I know a little, I'll come with you."

Damien was however, being quite small-scale. rear dwelling house he had been doing muay Central Thai and jui jitsu for about 4 eld. His stand up was good, but it was on the soil where he shined. He had gone to tournaments and contention winning a effective majority of them for the partitioning he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a esteemed hand-to-hand struggle tourney known world spacious and he placed second in that tourney for his segmentation. 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 good teacher and not be one of those dime a dozen gymnasium. Just then the professor for that form walked in and began his introduction. But Damien intellect was else where ; his intellect was on the mat.
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Damien and Keegan pulled into the parking of the gym. In atomic number 10 letter above the facility were the language Salvatore Bros."This is the property ?"Damien asked and Keegan nodded his head. They both got out and brain towards the room access. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the sound of a lecture being given. There was an elderly lady at the front desk, around 50 with grey hair crow's feet around the center, but a warming smiling on her boldness."hullo, can I help you ?"she asked. Damien said to her,"Hi, me and my friend here are new to the area so we thought we'd fit 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 hot seat on the mat, and you can go sit in and watch."“ Thank you very a good deal ma'am. Come on net ball go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the corner towards the mat. There was a line of hot seat along the wall where the two sat. In the center of the mat where two sr. gentlemen 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 opponent in a triangle choke coil. But because he's resisting the entry, the attacked lifts his hip and displacement opposite to the exterior leg. Then, placing the top of his metrical foot inside his opponents private parts, he sinks his rosehip down and sits up which doubles the atmospheric pressure on the neck and immediately forces the opponent to tap out or have his neck broken."As on cue, one of the buddy demonstrates the relocation and as soon as it was locked in, the other brother tapped the mat."Damn, that shit aspect like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The chum broke the circle sending everyone out to practice the technique, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan."Hows it going boys ?"one of the chum said to them."My epithet is Stephen Salvatore and this is my buddy Damon. You guys new around here ?"Keegan spoke up, feeling a little out of his element,"Yes sir, we both just started schoolhouse down the road."Damon replied,"Yea we get a lot of the students who like to come in from clip to fourth dimension. As you can see, we have a pretty diverse group here."As Damien looked around he saw black, white, male, female, untested and older. It was a pretty diverse, a good sign, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to do it shit up. As he continued to look around, Stephen exclaiming snapped him out of his observation."Hey wait a moment I know you. Ummm, Damien Jones right ?"“ Uh yea, how did you know that ?"Damien asked, puzzled."The Abu Dhabi last year, you were in the 180s. I followed your compeer and I have to say I was thoroughly instill. You are extremely gifted. Shame you didn't take first."Stephen said."Wow, I didn't even think some one would think of from a tournament a year ago."Damon spoke up,"No, I remember you now to, the endure match, that was one of the best compeer I've seen. I rooted for you the entire time."Damien was sword lily he was dark skinned, he hated the sentiment of the great unwashed seeing him blush.

The pal turned their tending to Keegan, the elephant in the room."And what about you son ? Why so quiet ?"Sir Leslie Stephen asked."To be fair sir, this is the first time seeing anything like this. I guess this is kind of what a Fish out of water feels like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the gentle giant,"cum on son, lets sit down and let me state you a little about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his friend on the cover and said,"Don't worry you'll be very well man."

As Damon and Keegan walked to the far end of the chairs to sit down, Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to vagabond around a bit."A lot of the people in ripe now aren't too experienced but I don't believe in separating them from the more gain ground hombre, it helps them learn. So there a couple mass in here who should be able-bodied to keep open up with you…for a footling while at least."Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be smuggled."I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably kick my ass."He said."hokum !"Stephen exclaimed,"Your kind of gift doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to have you grappling iron one of my expert, if not best. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the impulse he felt to tramp 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 niggling mad at himself. Sir Leslie Stephen waved his hand,"Go see my wife up front, she'll set you up."

Damien turned and walked back towards the social movement, to the receptionist desk and relayed Olaf's content. The woman left for a instant and returned with a black long arm roseola safeguard, a pair of shorts and a mouth composition."Here you go, the Men's changing room is just that way"she said pointing him in the right commission."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 matter how many times he grappled ; it always felt like the first time to him. He walked back out of the bathroom, the frigidity tile under his metrical foot and leaving his apparel on the work bench next to the front line parry. He walked back out to the mat and over to Stephen and said,"I'm set. Let's do this."Stephen laughed a deep hearty laugh,"I love the forwardness. Alright, I'll oblige. Donovan, where are you at ?"A feminine phonation 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 stage with him, brown eyes, with blond hairsbreadth that hair Robert Brown streaks in, that was tied back in a ponytail to prevent it out of her eye. Cute small little scent, with these wax lushes mouth. She was extremely busty, that a lot was evident, as she was wearing a compression shirt like his, but her chest still protruded quite a bit. His eyes traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her hips were large and round, and she was in urban sprawl fight shorts which hide the physical body. She had to be packing an ass. And her legs were slurred, that led down to feet with cute 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 spokesperson. Even though she had just threatened him, her voice made Damien stir in his underdrawers. She walked past him, bumping her shoulder into him hard as she did it, to the plaza of the mat. Stephen laughed again and said,"trade good luck son ”. He followed her and noticed her ass. It was huge. Even in the design concealing 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 face him, and the other grapnel had stopped practicing and formed a circle around the two.

"You two set ?"Stephen said outside the circle of scholar. The little girl looked at him and nodded her school principal and Damien said"Ready ”. Then Stephen sized the two of them up and said"Begin."Damien tried to get his thinker together. This sweetheart in front of him, even though she had a look in her had that made her seem like she wanted to deplume his head off, was making him very distracted. He extended his helping hand, customary between two opposer as to wish well each other a near match.

She grabbed it with her extraneous hand, and shooting her at bottom deal under his armpit, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the ceiling fly before his eyes and landed hard on his spine, the flatus knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could respond, she threaded her free manus under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the insistence immediately startle to construct in his arm and shoulder and knew he was in trouble.

His head shut off and instinct kicked. Because she was so quick to try and finish him, she had improved her positioning and taken the mount, so with his legs release, Damien took his outside leg and swung it around in front line of her aspect and pushed down, freeing his arm of her curl and pushing her away. She was quick to recover. He was on his tail end when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in replete guard. He put his hand on the back of her head and sucked it into his breast. She began to work on opening his legs up, but with her struggling he became very aware that her massive boob were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her breasts moving around him, he slipped out of his scrapper learning ability and felt his tool stir again,

She capitalized on his lack of defence force and posted one of his stifle to the reason and stepped over into half guard, the shooting her early leg out and to his other English getting the mount. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his head and put breast pressure on him. Now her hulk globes were right in his face, 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 chick giant boob were crushing his face.

He reached his hand to pry one of hers off his psyche, but she countered, grabbing it with a destruction traveling bag. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his font 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 haste made her baggy and he shot his free had up to snaffle is forearm and used the supernumerary space her legs left to get his capitulum free. He postured up, now within her sentry go, and began to try and get some ventilation room, because her mightily wooden leg were damn near crushing his ribs."Goddamn this bitch is substantial"Damien thought to him. He saw her eyes quickly shoot to his outside leg, and in an instant, knew she was going to undertake to sweep him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped guard quickly, landing in side control.

Even with her rima oris 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 breast to chest, he could feel her breast on his breast and he even felt her nipple, they were hard. He tried to maintain focus as her rosehip came of the terra firma as she tried to wrap over him, but put up his forearm to block her flip-flop modulation and slid his leg over her body. Now he had the setting and the pep pill hand. She quickly reached up and sucked his head to her chest to foreclose him from capitalizing with a submission try. Once again, he was face first in her glorious hill, and with her squirming to hitch him off, it was almost like he was motor boating her. And through all of this, even though she was profusely sudate, he found himself attracted to the aroma. In his ear he heard her say,"deviant"in his ear. He then became aware of the fact that his hard on was poking her in the belly 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 Lapplander clip posted his right leg outside her head and then go down it under. Grabbing her mitt, he rolled over locking his cover of his knee joint on the top of his ft and sunk in a triangle choke coil. She started to stand up, but he picked her knee and she fell back down. Her face was turning vivid red and her breath was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his gumshoe. Where her head was locked in between his legs, was directly on his dick. Got to end it now he thought to himself. Trying to snub is stimulation returning, he squeeze tighter and her lip piece popped out. But she wouldn't tap. So he lifted his hips up, slipped his leg up and under into her private parts. As his foot 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 Sir Thomas More and sat up, completing the meth.

Her head was pushed forward, and he almost let out a small gasp. Her boldness was now being crushed into his dick ; he knew she could feel his hardness. He felt so embarrassed, he thought he was more professional than that, but grappling with knockout had made him grueling and now with her font squished into his cock, he want to do more to her, but he intellect was relieved of such thought. He felt her hand slapping his thigh signaling her submission and he released her.

She took in a large pant of air and spit out her mouthpiece. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a surprise amount of speciality. Then he heard the clapping. He became aware of all the multitude that were in the room, in the heat of his bout he had forgotten there were still people here. Stephen walked to the center of the Mexican valium they were in and slapped in on the backbone."Goddamn son that was a adept 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 shag offery at Damien. With that she stormed out of the circle and over to the Women'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 dependable as I remember kid. If you start training here, I think my comrade and I can really make something truly great out of you."Stephen said after telling the class to take a 5 minute break 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 fresh students can see from you just as often they do from some of the early hombre 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 second, and replied,"I really like the feel here too, I'd be honored if you'd let me train her."

"Excellent !"Stephen said clapping his hands together."Alana ! seminal fluid here for a minute will you."The woman from the front desk, who was Alana joined Damien and Stephen on the mat."Yes dear ?"she asked."Damien is going to be joining us here so delight take him up front line and get him his papers and the gear he needs on the house."Damien was prompt to say,"That's not necessary sir ..."But Stephen waved his hands,"No headache son, its on us."He turned and walked back revolve about mat and said,"Alright everybody, gather around, lets do a dislocation of the peer you just watched."Turning away from the radical, Damien followed Alana back to the battlefront of the facility.

She got him his readjustment newspaper publisher and insurance written document which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a package containing two rash guards, one white and one disastrous, both long sleeved with words Salvatore Bros on the spine. It also contained a pair of grapples drawers 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 heel counter and handed him a towel and said,"There is a shower bath in the vertebral column of the changing way and soap as well, You should go clean up. Roll around there has made you a hot hole ”.

He had even noticed, but he was still covered in stew and stank pretty dreadful. Just then Keegan rounded the corner."Hey Damien, Damon is showing me some old tapes and giving me some background on Jiu Jitsu, can you wait up like another 45 minutes ?"he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that flavour in his eyes, the one about 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 locker room.

He stripped quickly and got under the water. It was tradition for him. He always took a nice hot exhibitioner after a match, and went over his every move. But this time was different. He couldn't arrest thinking about, his opposer Donovan. How incredibly sexy she was, how she made his line of descent pump, how when his eubstance was pressed up against hers. He looked down and realized how hard he was. The young woman he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big dick. It was about 9 inches long, goodly over norm 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 moon length, thinking about his sexy opponent. He wanted to bust one off material straightaway, but that would be disrespectful. He'd postponement until he got back home to flick off to that sexy bitch. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain 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 thick powerful legs… his psyche wandered off about being in between her legs and then caught himself. Laughing at himself, he turned the H2O to cold and immediately tensed up under the sudden temperature alteration. Soon, his tool went flaccid and he had had enough. He turned the water off and headed back to the footlocker where his wearing apparel were.

He had just put on his pugilist and knickers when he felt someone behind him. He hadn't even heard the door to the locker room outdoors. He turned around and took a fist to the face. The punch caught him by surprise and his dorsum hit the row of lockers. He opened his centre again to face up his attacker, make to criticise there fucking headspring off when his jaw dropped again.

In social movement of him stood Donovan. Still sexy as all sin. His middle almost began to wander again, but they were stopped by another fist to the face. His principal reeling, Damn this chick can punch he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted,"What the screw is your problem ?"“ No, what the shtup is yours"was her retort."You come in here thinking your hot shit, basically eye ravishment me, and then your felt me up the full sentence we were grappling !"Damien judgement was racing."Are you mad, you were beating me down the stallion time and I.."she interrupted him,"Oh so that wasn't your tool that was impaling me in my breadbasket, just a scroll of quarters right ? Or when you put me in a Triangulum, and basically forced your dick into my font ? Right ? Right ?"Damien was flabbergasted. He fucked up and he knew it. He was going to apologize when he manus came shooting to his throat and started to choke him. OK, 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 set up to film her off of him.

But then she got closer, her point right succeeding to his ear, and her physical structure pressed up against his. Her boob mashed against he chest and she whispered in his ear with a gruff voice that instantly made his dick hard,"If you wanted to experience me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could make out was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the face. Then full on the oral fissure. From the start she was forceful. Her script moved from his throat to the back of his head, pulling him into her lip. Her full, red-blooded pouty lip. Damien's intellect was moving at a mile a hour. He tried to slow down, to fully hold on the site, and then…tongue. He felt her back talk part his mouth and she slipped her inside. 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 Robert Brown optic and said,"So are you going to fuck me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit slow, apparently to slow for her liking. She rolled her eyes and said,"I guess I have to make the determination for you."She dropped to her human knee, and with lightning speed is belt was off and on the floor, soon followed by his jeans. Her hands rubbed up and down his private parts as she cooed,"What have we here ?"And with that she yanked drown his boxer and got popped in the face by his putz springing forth. She laughed,"So that must be why your mastermind bushed right now, all your stemma is down here."Damien looked down and just could not consider it. Here was this drop dead gorgeous girl, who he thought was going to try and rupture him apart, now with his shaft in her hand."Mhmm, you definitely are a big one aren't you ?"she said kissing the head of his very hard dick. She then lifted it up and licked the shaft from clod to tip and then it in her oral cavity.

Damien let out a gasp of air as his putz was engulfed her warm and wet mouth. His consistence was on fire. She started slowly, her head slowly moving down his shaft of light and back up again. Every bit she moved make Damien to get a little more lost in pleasure. She began to speed up, her straits 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 headway moving back and forth on his hammer, but couldn't get past that halfway fool. It was taking all of Damien will power not to explode right there in her mouth. 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 continue to skin with getting More of his dick in her mouth."What's the issue you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her head bowel movement and looked at him. She had those lethal middle again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with more intensity this meter, his pole hitting the rear of her throat. Then she started to swirl her glossa around his dick while she was sucking it. Damien felt a minuscule weak in the knees."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking in effect at that."He said in a soft vocalisation, this blond vixen was trying to wet-nurse the meat on his bones."Fuuuuuuuck, damn that it…..whoooo…..shit girl.

He felt his toes wanting to curl, the euphoric feeling in his dick…he wanted to occur so badly. She started stroking his hawkshaw too, the combining was killing him, he wasn't going to go much yearner if she kept up this handling. The feel of her hands and that fucking mouth slobbing on his dick was almost to lots. And something in him, took over. That primal urge to fuck the living shit out of a woman. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big John Brown eyes and that did it. He grabbed his dick and pulled it out her mouth and pulled her to her groundwork.

He pulled her in to a osculation ; there was no romance, just starve pure lust. His workforce traveled down to her waist and then to her ass. It was so large that he could grab all of it. But he tried. As the two each other with there tongues, 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 campaign harder into his dead body. Her monumental tits were crushed up against his chest and she ground he crotch against his exposed cock. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her back talk from his and said,"Shit, I'm so fucking wet."He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His paw going to her tit, he grabbed two handfuls and began to play with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so trade good"she moaned in a husky vocalism 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 cock and ground it against his raging intemperate 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 result sound was a fleshy thwack that rang out through the storage locker elbow room."Mhmmm, I love that shit."She whispered looking back at him."Now fuck me."

Damien stood to his full height and grabbing his pecker, 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, make love yes. Fuck the obtuse diddly. Fuck me hard."And so Damien slid his full length inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to get it on her. He quickly got up to wide-cut focal ratio, ramming his dick into her tight hole. He was in endorphin overburden. She was so wet, and so blooming tight."Just like that, just like that, don't full point"she moaned in that husky voice that was driving Damien weirdo.

"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod fuuuuuuuuck, oh my unspoiled fuck me !"she screamed again. Damien looked down and the sight of her giant ass bouncing off his dick and them him pulling her binding into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her swarm oceanic abyss into her and her principal came back as she cried,"diddly, oh my god, do it again."He kept fucking her ands smacking her ass, he could feel how wet she was, the sound of his shaft plunging in and out of her kitty gave it away to. His ball tightening he knew he couldn't utmost much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his jab, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and audio of her thigh-slapper and groan of pleasance 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 face and slammed her into the footlocker behind them. Parting her pegleg, he thrust forward, impaling her with his tool to the hilt."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !"she moaned and bit down into his neck. He felt blood dribble down his bureau but he didn't tending. 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 cunt clamp down onto his dick and started convulsing. Her eubstance shook as she was racked with a powerful climax and her centre rolled into the cover of her head.

"Don't check don't full point don't don't stop consonant"she whispers as her hip footing 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, fuck have it away fuck, whoreson oh my trade good Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her pussy clamped down even nasty, and her nails dug into his backbone. That bit of pain was the end of Damien. With one final examination thrust, he buried himself into her and an orgasm 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 eternity, before he had nothing left to sacrifice. He slowly back out of her and his hawkshaw came out with a small pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an embarrassed look."I cant feel my legs."

He had to express mirth, 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,"waiting, you are you on…"“ Relax stud, I'm on birth mastery. Now hand me my shorts."She said.

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a silver 530i with a dandy sitting on the cowl."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my brother Tim."she said anticipating the question. That's a succour that would have been crazy as shtup. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the foundation."Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook hand and Damien thought it was weird that Tim had to goofiest grinning on his expression. What does he know Damien thought to himself. As this extremely attractive female, who he had just had sex in a locker room with walk around to the passenger face of the car, as in a quiet vocalization so her brother couldn't her, as he got into the driver side."So I'm going to start training here, so what do we do now ?"“ Got a sound ?"she asked, and he pulled his out of his pocket. She snatched it out of his hands and played with the covert a bit and handed it back to him."What we are going to do is I'm going home and you can anticipate me."She said with a diabolic grin as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his earphone back into his air pocket as he walked back to his car, just as Keegan walked out of the gym."Man this lieu is incredible. The brothers are really down to earth and easy to talk 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 ride with me when we need to train."And with that they both got in the car and tug away.

Later that Night as Damien was laying in bed trying to fall asleep, the events of the day kept replaying in his head. At school, at the gym, on the mat, in the locker way with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually girl name. He grabbed his telephone set off his bedside dresser and pulled up his get through list and searched Donovan. 1 match. He put down his earphone and drifted off to sleep, his dreaming of Ashley Donovan .