When Damien Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 pounds and a quiet brown hide feeling, with he knew all that meter spent in the gym over the summer had been worth it. He had a well defined soundbox. 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 twelvemonth at college in New Hampshire, away from all his friends and family back plate in Long Beach, he was ready to go fresh, to set about his new life. He finished sliver, and returned back to his elbow room to get dressed. He put on a pair of light blue jeans and a red clit up shirt.


Rolling up the sleeves to his articulatio cubiti and putting on a distich of white Nikes, he couldn't wait for the 1st day of family to get down. orientation had shown him that this schoolhouse would be something worth remembering, he just knew it. The daughter were extremely attractive, and he had met a couple of dudes that seemed pretty cool too. He walked into the kitchen of his apartment, grabbed an Malus pumila and headed downstairs to his pride and joy, his 95 Z28.

Most mass didn't understand why he loved his car so much ; it was old, no incertitude. But the classic automobile that everyone loved today were, at one point in clock time, at an sticky time stage 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 pieces. He was just making trusted he had it from the get go.

And it wasn't like it was a corrode bucketful. He had ported and polished the head word, dropped a operation camshaft in, put in a cold air intake, ceramic header back exhausts, a mellow stall torque convertor, a supercharger, and cheater slick tires. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the rear wheel. Not to cite the abeyance was completely remake, the DoI was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of black and purple with the paint job being a tough matte ignominious. He did make love his car, working on it for 5 days and paying for it by working at this meat packing manufacturing plant 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 little girl walked across the street. Damien could see in the rear end view mirror them parachuting at the speech sound of the beast and how they looked at on in awe and hullabaloo. 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 headway of the course of study was going on about the syllabus for the year. trig was his starting time class of the day, and he knew he was fucked. maths had never been his secure suit and he had barely passed trig in high up schooling. As he listened to the elder man drone on about how the form would be conducted, Damien let his oculus wander around the public lecture Asaph Hall. There were a lot of really sound looking daughter in this class, he thought to himself. He already knew that this field was going to be an uphill battle in the rain, but he might he a couple of hook-ups out of it.

The professor dismissed the social 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 predilection 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 brace of really hot doll. There's a party Friday at one of their friends houses out in scholar trapping, you down ?"“ Fucking A right, I'm secret plan"Damien said."What do you own next ?"To which Max replied,"English language 101."Damien sword lily he had a social class with someone he knew said,"Sweet, I've got that one too ”. As the pair walked towards the building of their following class, they couldn't helper but notice all the coeds, the hot coeds all around them. There was a grouping of girls over by some picnic table, a duad playing Frisbee with some hombre under the trees, they were everywhere.

"So many choices, so little difference."Max said as they watched they scrumptious females."My goal this year is to bang as many of them as I potential can without getting herpes."“ well, there certainly isn't a shortage, so adept luck with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their lecture dormitory and got butt in the backrest of the room. As people started to pack, Max and Damien spotted three more than guys they met at orientation who came up to sit with them. Jake, a gangly white boy with blond hair, dispirited oculus was one of those guy rope who should have grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha spokesperson. Keegan, was a large Russian dude, even taller than Damien by a couple of in, 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 question off. And then there was David Ricardo. He was a shorter guy, full on Spaniard and even had the accent and slicked back tomentum to go with it. The five of them caught up on the go duo of days while people continued to teem into the room.

Then Keegan asked Damien,"Hey did you see that martial arts place 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 ? hoot, definitely didn't know about that."Damien replied."wellspring, I'm going to check it out around 6 tonight. You want to come ? You've done that kind of stuff before right ?"Keegan asked."Yea, I know a little, I'll come with you."

Damien was however, being quite small-scale. Back home he had been doing muay thai and jui jitsu for about 4 years. His stand up was good, but it was on the ground where he shined. He had gone to tournaments and contention winning a good majority of them for the partitioning he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a esteemed grappling tourney known world wide and he placed second in that tourney for his partitioning. He mind wandered off, thinking about that nighttime and excited to have found another gym so quickly. He hoped that it would pan out and have near instructors and not be one of those dime a 12 gyms. Just then the prof for that class walked in and began his unveiling. But Damien mind 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 letters above the facility were the run-in Salvatore Bros."This is the place ?"Damien asked and Keegan nodded his head. They both got out and head towards the threshold. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the auditory sensation of a lecturing being given. There was an old ma'am at the forepart desk, around 50 with grey hair line-shooting's feet around the eye, but a warming smile on her face."Hello, can I facilitate you ?"she asked. Damien said to her,"Hi, me and my friend here are new to the area so we thought we'd watch 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 chairs on the mat, and you can go sit in and watch."“ Thank you very often ma'am. seminal fluid on lets go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the corner towards the mat. There was a personal credit line of hot seat along the wall where the two sat. In the shopping mall of the mat where two old gentleman who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore blood brother 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 choking coil. But because he's resisting the entry, the assail lifts his pelvic arch and work shift opposite to the outside leg. Then, placing the top of his foot inside his adversary crotch, he sinks his rosehip down and sits up which doubles the air pressure on the neck and immediately forces the adversary to tap out or hold his neck broken."As on cue, one of the pal demonstrates the move and as soon as it was locked in, the other comrade tapped the mat."damn, that poop looks like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The brothers broke the roach sending everyone out to praxis the proficiency, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan."Hows it going boys ?"one of the sidekick said to them."My name is Sir Leslie Stephen Salvatore and this is my crony Damon. You guys new around here ?"Keegan spoke up, feeling a little out of his element,"Yes sir, we both just started schooltime down the road."Damon replied,"Yea we get a lot of the scholar who like to come in from sentence to time. As you can see, we have a pretty diverse group here."As Damien looked around he saw dim, bloodless, Male, female person, younger and older. It was a fairly diverse, a good planetary house, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to fuck shit up. As he continued to look around, Stephen exclamation snapped him out of his observation."Hey wait a minute 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 matches 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 year ago."Damon spoke up,"No, I remember you now to, the last match, that was one of the upright match I've seen. I rooted for you the entire time."Damien was glad he was dark skinned, he hated the thought of mass seeing him blush.

The blood brother turned their care to Keegan, the elephant in the room."And what about you son ? Why so quiet ?"Sir Leslie Stephen asked."To be honorable sir, this is the start meter seeing anything like this. I guess this is kind of what a fish out of water tone like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Sir Leslie Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the soft heavyweight,"seminal fluid on son, lets sit down and let me secernate you a niggling about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his friend on the back and said,"Don't vexation 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 rove around a bit."A lot of the people in redress now aren't too have but I don't believe in separating them from the more advanced guys, it helps them learn. So there a mates hoi polloi in here who should be able to keep up with you…for a minuscule spell at least."Sir Leslie Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be sinister."I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably complain my ass."He said."Nonsense !"Sir Leslie Stephen exclaimed,"Your variety of gift doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to experience you grappling hook one of my considerably, if not advantageously. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the urge he felt to hustle 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 train made it a little mad at himself. Stephen waved his bridge player,"Go see my wife up front, she'll set you up."

Damien turned and walked back towards the front, to the receptionist desk and relayed Olaf's subject matter. The woman left for a arcminute and returned with a dim long sleeve rash safety, a duo of shorts and a back talk piece."Here you go, the Men's changing room is just that way"she said pointing him in the right counsel."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 metre he grappled ; it always felt like the first time to him. He walked back out of the bathroom, the coldness roofing tile under his feet and leaving his clothes on the bench next to the front counter. He walked back out to the mat and over to Stephen and said,"I'm fix. Let's do this."Stephen laughed a trench 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 muckle to lay eyes on. Tall, as she was almost eye point with him, brown middle, with blonde hair that hair brownish streak in, that was tied back in a ponytail to restrain it out of her centre. Cute diminished little nose, with these full lushes backtalk. She was extremely busty, that a good deal was plain, as she was wearing a compaction 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 turgid and round, and she was in Sprawl fight shortstop which hide the figure. She had to be packing an ass. And her legs were thick, that led down to animal foot 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 voice. Even though she had just threatened him, her voice made Damien stir in his trunks. She walked preceding him, bumping her shoulder into him strong as she did it, to the center of the mat. Stephen laughed again and said,"Good chance 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 passel alone made him laborious, very hard. She stopped and turned around to look him, and the former grapplers had stopped practicing and formed a circle around the two.

"You two ready ?"Stephen said outside the circle of scholar. The girl looked at him and nodded her oral sex and Damien said"Ready ”. Then Stephen sized the two of them up and said"Begin."Damien tried to get his brain together. This knockout in front of him, even though she had a looking in her had that made her seem like she wanted to tear his head off, was making him very distracted. He extended his bridge player, habitual between two adversary as to wish each other a honest match.

She grabbed it with her out-of-door hand, and shooting her inside hand under his axillary fossa, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the ceiling fly before his optic and landed hard on his back, the farting knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could react, she threaded her relieve hand under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the pressure immediately get to build in his arm and berm and knew he was in trouble.

His psyche shut off and instinct kicked. Because she was so quick to try and finish up him, she had improved her attitude and taken the mount, so with his peg free, Damien took his outside leg and swung it around in social movement of her face and pushed down, freeing his arm of her ignition lock and pushing her away. She was spry to recover. He was on his arse when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in full guard. He put his hand on the back of her headland and sucked it into his chest. She began to work on opening his pegleg up, but with her struggling he became very cognizant that her monumental breasts were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her breasts moving around him, he slipped out of his attack aircraft mentality and felt his dick stir again,

She capitalized on his deficiency of defense and posted one of his knees to the ground and stepped over into half guard, the shooting her other leg out and to his early slope getting the saddle horse. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his head and put pectus imperativeness on him. Now her whale orb were right in his cheek, suffocating him. Damien's thinker switching back and Forth River between stimulation and fury. Furious that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this chick monster tits were crushing his face.

He reached his handwriting to pry one of hers off his principal, but she countered, grabbing it with a death clench. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his case and leaned back into an armbar. He knew he was in fuss again, the pain in the neck in his elbow made him acutely aware of that. But again, her haste made her baggy and he shot his liberate had up to grab is forearm and used the extra quad her legs left to get his question unblock. He postured up, now within her safety device, and began to try and get some breathing room, because her sinewy ramification were damn near crushing his costa."Goddamn this beef is solid"Damien thought to him. He saw her eyes quickly shoot to his outside leg, and in an instant, knew she was going to attempt to sail him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped defend quickly, landing in side of meat control.

Even with her mouth safeguard in, he heard her say"piece of ass ”. He chuckled to him self, and she shot him daggers. She attempted to hitch him off, but he was entirely to stable. He noted again, he was pectus to chest, he could finger her breast on his chest and he even felt her mamilla, they were hard. He tried to wield focusing as her hips came of the priming as she tried to rove over him, but put up his forearm to block her reversal transition and slid his leg over her consistence. Now he had the mount and the upper hand. She quickly reached up and sucked his question to her pectus to preclude him from capitalizing with a submission effort. Once again, he was face first in her splendiferous hillock, 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 odor. 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 belly as he sat on top of her.

Disgusted with himself for disgracing his art by being unsportsmanlike like, for getting aroused by his opposer when he should only be focused on winning. He resolved that this was over now, popped he head up, and at the same metre posted his right leg outside her top dog and then bury it under. Grabbing her hand, he rolled over locking his back of his articulatio genus on the top of his ft and sunk in a triangle choke. She started to stand up, but he picked her knee and she fell back down. Her face was turning bright red and her breathing place was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his dick. Where her fountainhead was locked in between his stage, was directly on his dick. Got to end it now he thought to himself. Trying to ignore is stimulation returning, he squeeze tighter and her sassing piece popped out. But she wouldn't tap. So he lifted his hips up, slipped his leg up and under into her crotch. As his invertebrate foot made middleman, 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 and sat up, completing the crank.

Her head was pushed forward, and he almost let out a low gasp. Her face was now being crushed into his dick ; he knew she could feel his hardness. He felt so embarrass, he thought he was more professional than that, but grappling with stunner had made him operose and now with her cheek squished into his cock, he want to do to a greater extent to her, but he mind was relieved of such idea. He felt her deal slapping his thigh signaling her submission and he released her.

She took in a large gasp of air and spit out her embouchure. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a surprising amount of money of strength. Then he heard the clapping. He became mindful of all the multitude that were in the room, in the estrus of his bout he had forgotten there were still people here. Sir Leslie Stephen walked to the center of the roach they were in and slapped in on the back."Goddamn son that was a good catch. 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 hatred and fuck offery at Damien. With that she stormed out of the roach and over to the adult female'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 practiced as I remember kid. If you start training here, I think my crony and I can really construct something truly great out of you."Stephen said after telling the class to take a 5 minute fracture and pulling Damien off to the side."We're like a kinsperson here, and I think you'd really like it. And I believe the young scholarly person can larn from you just as much they do from some of the other guys as well as Damon and myself. Plus a talent like yours shouldn't go to the wayside with inactivity."Damien thought about it for a endorsement, 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 ! semen here for a minute will you."The woman from the front 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 please take him up front and get him his composition and the appurtenance he needs on the house."Damien was quick to say,"That's not necessary sir ..."But Sir Leslie Stephen waved his hands,"No worry son, its on us."He turned and walked back halfway mat and said,"Alright everybody, gather around, Army of the Pure do a breakdown of the match you just watched."Turning away from the group, Damien followed Alana back to the front of the facility.

She got him his registration papers and policy document which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a package containing two blizzard guards, one White River and one black, both prospicient sleeved with words Salvatore Bros on the back. It also contained a pair of wrestling short circuit 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 binding of the changing elbow room and grievous bodily harm as well, You should go clean up. Roll around there has made you a hot fix ”.

He had even noticed, but he was still covered in lather and stank pretty dread. 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 proceedings ?"he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that look in his eyes, the one most usually get when they are introduced to something that they like."sure as shooting 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 shower after a compeer, and went over his every motion. But this prison term was different. He couldn't closure 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 realized how severe he was. The little girl he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big peter. It was about 9 inches long, ample over average but it was thick too. He'd have to say perimeter wise it was about 6 maybe 7 inches around.

And right now it was at full duration, thinking about his sexy adversary. He wanted to bust one off tangible immediate, but that would be disrespectful. He'd waiting until he got back family to buck off to that sexy cunt. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain in the neck in his weaponry from her Keylock and armbar and how his costa were still sore from that death hairgrip she had on him when he was in here guard. In between those thick powerful legs… his judgment wandered off about being in between her ramification 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 lockers 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 outdoors. He turned around and took a fist to the typeface. The clout caught him by surprise and his back hit the row of lockers. He opened his eye again to face his attacker, prepare to bump there fucking head off when his jaw dropped again.

In front of him stood Donovan. Still sexy as all underworld. His eyes almost began to wander again, but they were stopped by another fist to the face. His header reeling, Damn this chick can punch he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted,"What the fuck is your trouble ?"“ No, what the fuck is yours"was her rejoinder."You come in here thinking your hot shit, basically eye rape me, and then your felt me up the intact time we were grappling !"Damien mind was racing."Are you insane, you were beating me down the stallion time and I.."she interrupted him,"Oh so that wasn't your peter that was impaling me in my stomach, just a bowl of fourth part right ? Or when you put me in a triangle, and basically forced your shaft into my face ? Right ? Right ?"Damien was flabbergasted. He fucked up and he knew it. He was going to apologize when he hand came shooting to his throat and started to back up him. Okay, plenty is enough. It was like I was trying to actively fumble her, it just happened. But this is going to far he thought getting ready to film her off of him.

But then she got closer, her head right next to his ear, and her body pressed up against his. Her knocker mashed against he thorax and she whispered in his ear with a beefy spokesperson that instantly made his peter hard,"If you wanted to experience me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could do was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the cheek. Then full on the oral fissure. From the commencement she was emphatic. Her hand moved from his throat to the spine of his oral sex, pulling him into her lips. Her full, lusty pouty brim. Damien's head was moving at a sea mile a minute. He tried to slow down, to fully grasp the billet, and then…tongue. He felt her lips contribution his lip and she slipped her inside. She flicked his tongue with hers, and Damien lost himself. What the shtup is happening ? She broke the buss, playful biting his lip as she did it. And then looked at him with her big dark-brown eyes 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 eye and said,"I guess I have to make the decision for you."She dropped to her knee joint, and with lightning speed is belt was off and on the trading floor, soon followed by his jeans. Her hands rubbed up and down his genitals as she cooed,"What have we here ?"And with that she yanked drown his boxer and got popped in the face by his dick springing Forth River. She laughed,"So that must be why your brain dead right now, all your blood is down here."Damien looked down and just could not trust it. Here was this drop dead gorgeous girlfriend, who he thought was going to try and buck him apart, now with his dick in her hand."Mhmm, you definitely are a big one aren't you ?"she said kissing the head of his very hard putz. She then lifted it up and licked the shaft from clump to tip and then it in her lip.

Damien let out a pant of air as his dick was engulfed her warm and wet mouth. His consistency was on fervour. She started slowly, her head slowly moving down his cock and back up again. Every bit she moved caused Damien to get a little More lost in joy. She began to speed up, her drumhead bobbing up and down on his cock. 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 head moving back and Forth River on his cock, but couldn't get past that halfway patsy. It was taking all of Damien willpower not to irrupt right there in her mouth. Who wouldn't ? This busty knockout was on her knees, fucking him with her mouth and he was loving it. He laughed as she to continue to struggle with getting More of his shaft in her mouth."What's the subject you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her head bm and looked at him. She had those devilishly optic again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with to a greater extent intensity this metre, his celestial pole hitting the back of her throat. Then she started to swirl her tongue around his dick while she was sucking it. Damien felt a little infirm in the knee."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking good at that."He said in a mild vocalization, this blond vixen was trying to sop up the center on his bone."Fuuuuuuuck, damn that it…..whoooo…..shit girl.

He felt his toes wanting to curl, the euphoric feeling in his dick…he wanted to come so badly. She started stroking his dick too, the compounding was killing him, he wasn't going to concluding much yearner if she kept up this treatment. The tone of her manpower and that fucking oral cavity slobbing on his cock was almost to much. And something in him, took over. That key 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 eyes and that did it. He grabbed his dick and pulled it out her back talk and pulled her to her feet.

He pulled her in to a kiss ; there was no Romance, just luxuria pure lust. His workforce traveled down to her waist 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 former with there tongues, he squeezed he ass and gave it a scag. He felt her shuddered and moan into his rima oris. He did it again but heavily. She moaned louder and pressed harder into his consistency. Her monumental tits were crushed up against his breast and she ground he crotch against his exposed cock. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her sass from his and said,"prick, I'm so fucking wet."He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His handwriting going to her boob, he grabbed two smattering and began to work with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so proficient"she moaned in a burly voice that sent Damien over the edge.

He grabbed her shorts and whispered in her ear,"You have too many wearing apparel on."She pushed her ass backwards into his putz and ground it against his raging gruelling on and said,"You should fix that."Off her short 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 locker way."Mhmmm, I love that shit."She whispered looking back at him."Now fuck me."

Damien stood to his full meridian and grabbing his dick, placed it at the entrance of her nookie box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her hips, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, piece of ass yes. Fuck the retard shit. shag me hard."And so Damien slid his full moon length inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to fuck her. He quickly got up to full focal ratio, ramming his dick into her tight hole. He was in endorphin overload. She was so wet, and so fucking tight."Just like that, just like that, don't occlusive"she moaned in that husky voice that was driving Damien crazy.

"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod fuuuuuuuuck, oh my near fuck me !"she screamed again. Damien looked down and the sight of her giant ass bouncing off his putz and them him pulling her rachis into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her horde deep into her and her head came back as she cried,"bull, oh my god, do it again."He kept fucking her ands smacking her ass, he could finger how wet she was, the auditory sensation of his dick plunging in and out of her kitty-cat gave it away to. His glob tightening he knew he couldn't last much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his knife thrust, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and sounds of her screams and moan of pleasance urged him on until she screamed"Don't stop aaahhhh don't layover aaahhh oh my god Im gon na come in gon na fall 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 rooster to the hilt."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !"she moaned and bit down into his cervix. He felt line dribble down his dresser 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 eubstance shook as she was racked with a powerful coming and her center rolled into the back of her head.

"Don't stop don't stop don't don't stop"she whispers as her hip footing into his, and with the lastly of his resistance dwindling, he began thrusting into to her with every thing he had left."Oh nookie, fuck fuck fuck, shit oh my good Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her kitty clamped down even smashed, and her cop dug into his back. That bit of pain was the end of Damien. With one terminal thrust, he buried himself into her and an coming 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 infinity, before he had nothing left to give. He slowly back out of her and his dick came out with a minuscule pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an embarrassed expression."I cant feel 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 find incredible awkward."So this is variety of weird."he said."A little but the sex make up for it."Then it hit Damien,"Wait, you are you on…"“ Relax stud, I'm on birth ascendance. Now mitt 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 cap."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my comrade Tim."she said anticipating the interrogative sentence. That's a rilievo that would have been unhinged as fuck. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the introductions."Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook deal and Damien thought it was weird that Tim had to goofiest smile on his nerve. 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 rider incline of the car, as in a hush spokesperson so her Brother couldn't her, as he got into the driver slope."So I'm going to begin education here, so what do we do now ?"“ Got a phone ?"she asked, and he pulled his out of his air 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 home and you can foretell me."She said with a roguish grin as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his phone back into his pouch as he walked back to his car, just as Keegan walked out of the gym."Man this place is incredible. The brothers are material down to earth and easy to mouth to, and jui jitsu seems really fun. I signed up, did you ?"he asked excitedly. Damien chuckled to himself and still not over how very 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 drove away.

Later that night as Damien was laying in bed trying to fall asleep, the events of the day kept replaying in his foreland. At school, at the gym, on the mat, in the locker elbow room with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually fille name. He grabbed his sound off his bedside chest and pulled up his link inclination and searched Donovan. 1 match. He put down his phone and drifted off to kip, his dreams of Ashley Donovan .