When Damien Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 Egyptian pound and a placid brown pelt spirit, with he knew all that meter spent in the gym over the summer had been Worth it. He had a well defined eubstance. The hr he spent lifting as well as doing muay Central Thai and jui jitsu at his gym, Wolfpak, had paid off. Now as he began his kickoff year at college in New Hampshire, away from all his protagonist and folk back home in Long Beach, he was set up to jump fresh, to begin his new life. He finished shave, and returned back to his room to get dressed. He put on a pair of illume blue blue jean and a red button up shirt.


Rolling up the sleeve to his elbows and putting on a pair of white Nikes, he couldn't wait for the first day of division to commence. Orientation had shown him that this school would be something worth remembering, he just knew it. The girls were extremely attractive, and he had met a couple of buster that seemed pretty assuredness 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 gondola that everyone loved today were, at one point in time, at an awkward time stage where they were 17 days old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 long time old, they suddenly became aggregator's musical composition. He was just making surely he had it from the get go.

And it wasn't like it was a rust-brown pail. He had ported and polished the heads, dropped a performance camshaft in, put in a frigidness air inlet, ceramic cope back exhausts, a high stall torque converter, a supercharger, and trickster slick tires. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the posterior wheel. Not to note the suspension was completely redone, the interior was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of black and imperial with the paint job being a tough matte mordant. He did love his car, working on it for 5 years and paying for it by working at this sum packing manufactory back home.

He got in the car, put the key in the ignition and turned the car over. It roared to life as a gaggle of miss walked across the street. Damien could see in the rear aspect mirror them jumping at the sound of the beast and how they looked at on in awe and excitement. He put on his sunglasses, and said to himself,"Yea, this is going to be a good year."
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Damien started on as the prof at the head of the socio-economic class was going on about the syllabus for the yr. trigonometry was his first family of the day, and he knew he was fucked. Math had never been his strong suit of clothes and he had barely passed trig in high school. As he listened to the quondam man drone on about how the class would be conducted, Damien let his eyes wander around the talking to hall. There were a lot of really good looking girls in this division, he thought to himself. He already knew that this subject was going to be an uphill battle in the rainwater, but he might he a couple of hook-ups out of it.

The professor dismissed the division 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 rear talking with a couple of really hot doll. There's a party Friday at one of their friends household out in Student housing, you down ?"“ Fucking A right, I'm game"Damien said."What do you sustain next ?"To which Max replied,"English 101."Damien glad 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 course of instruction, 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 tables, a couple playing Frisbee with some guy under the tree diagram, they were everywhere.

"So many pick, so little difference."Max said as they watched they delectable female."My end this year is to get laid as many of them as I possible can without getting herpes."“ Well, there certainly isn't a shortage, so good lot with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their talk manse and got seats in the binding of the room. As people started to mob, Max and Damien spotted three Sir Thomas More guys they met at orientation who came up to sit with them. Jake, a rangy gabardine boy with blond hair, patrician optic was one of those guys who should experience grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha representative. Keegan, was a large Russian fellow, even magniloquent than Damien by a pair of 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 heading off. And then there was Ricardo. He was a shorter guy, replete on Spaniard and even had the accent and slicked back whisker to go with it. The five of them caught up on the last twain of days while the great unwashed continued to pour into the room.

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

Damien was however, being quite modest. rear home he had been doing muay Tai and jui jitsu for about 4 age. His stand up was good, but it was on the ground where he shined. He had gone to tournaments and competitions winning a good bulk of them for the division he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a prestigious grappling tournament known world full and he placed bit in that tourney for his division. He mind wandered off, thinking about that nighttime and excited to sustain 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 class walked in and began his introduction. But Damien thinker was else where ; his idea was on the mat.
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Damien and Keegan pulled into the parking of the gym. In Ne letter above the adeptness were the words Salvatore Bros."This is the topographic point ?"Damien asked and Keegan nodded his head. They both got out and capitulum towards the door. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the sound of a lecture being given. There was an Old lady at the presence desk, around 50 with grey hair crow's metrical foot around the centre, but a warming smile on her aspect."Hello, can I help you ?"she asked. Damien said to her,"Hi, me and my acquaintance here are new to the area so we thought we'd check your gym out."“ Oh well its not my gym, it belong to my husband and his brother. They're giving a lesson right now, there are chairs on the mat, and you can go sit in and watch."“ Thank you very much ma'am. come on Lashkar-e-Taiba go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the corner towards the mat. There was a line of chairs along the bulwark where the two sat. In the center of the mat where two older gentleman's gentleman who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore buddy and they were demonstrating a Triangulum choke methamphetamine. As the two watched on, Keegan leaned over to Damien and asked"What is he doing ?"Damien explained."For that move the attacked has his resister in a trigon choke. But because he's resisting the entry, the attacked lifts his hips and sack opposite to the outside leg. Then, placing the top of his metrical foot inside his opposite privates, he sinks his rose hip down and sits up which doubles the pressure on the neck and immediately forces the opposite to tap out or let his cervix broken."As on cue, one of the blood brother demonstrates the motion and as soon as it was locked in, the early crony tapped the mat."shucks, that shop looks like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The brothers broke the circle sending everyone out to practice the technique, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan."Hows it going boys ?"one of the brothers said to them."My name is Stephen Salvatore and this is my brother Damon. You guys new around here ?"Keegan spoke up, feeling a footling out of his component,"Yes sir, we both just started school down the road."Damon replied,"Yea we get a lot of the student who like to come in from sentence to time. As you can see, we have a pretty various group here."As Damien looked around he saw black, white, Male, female, younger and honest-to-god. It was a pretty diverse, a right house, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to fuck shit up. As he continued to look around, Sir Leslie Stephen exclamation snapped him out of his reflection."Hey wait a hour I know you. Ummm, Damien Casey 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 catch and I have to say I was thoroughly impressed. You are extremely gifted. Shame 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 couple, that was one of the best mates I've seen. I rooted for you the entire time."Damien was glad he was dark skinned, he hated the thought of people seeing him blush.

The crony turned their attention 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 time seeing anything like this. I guess this is sort of what a angle out of water tone like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the soft giant,"Come on son, lets sit down and let me tell you a piffling about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his admirer on the cover and said,"Don't worry 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 revolve around a bit."A lot of the people in mightily now aren't too experienced but I don't believe in separating them from the more advanced guys, it helps them watch. So there a couple people in here who should be able-bodied to stay fresh up with you…for a lilliputian piece at least."Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be Negro."I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably quetch my ass."He said."gimcrackery !"Stephen exclaimed,"Your form of talent doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to have you contend one of my best, if not practiced. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the itch he felt to wind around on the mat."Absolutely. But I not entirely make, I didn't bring any gear mechanism"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 little mad at himself. Sir Leslie Stephen waved his handwriting,"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 message. The cleaning woman left for a hour and returned with a black long arm rash sentry duty, a duad of short and a mouth piece."Here you go, the Men's changing way is just that way"she said pointing him in the veracious counseling."Thank you ma'am"he replied walking towards the changing room.

He quickly changed over, his adrenaline beginning to pump, his core charge per unit 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 gear time to him. He walked back out of the lavatory, the common cold roofing tile under his understructure and leaving his clothes on the bench next to the front man rejoinder. He walked back out to the mat and over to Sir Leslie Stephen and said,"I'm ready. Let's do this."Stephen laughed a mystifying hearty laugh,"I love the zeal. 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 passel to behold. Tall, as she was almost eye level with him, browned eyes, with blond hair that hair Brown University stripe in, that was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her oculus. Cute lowly little olfactory organ, with these replete lushes back talk. She was extremely busty, that much was apparent, as she was wearing a compressing shirt like his, but her chest still protruded quite a bit. His oculus traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her rosehip were prominent and rhythm, and she was in Sprawl fight shorts which hide the trope. She had to be packing an ass. And her legs were thick, that led down to feet with precious 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 whack growled at him in menacing phonation. Even though she had just threatened him, her voice made Damien stir in his short. She walked past him, bumping her berm into him punishing as she did it, to the center of the mat. Sir Leslie Stephen laughed again and said,"trade good luck son ”. He followed her and noticed her ass. It was huge. Even in the public 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 difficult, very hard. She stopped and turned around to face him, and the other grapplers had stopped practicing and formed a circle around the two.

"You two gear up ?"Stephen said outside the circle of bookman. The girl looked at him and nodded her school principal and Damien said"Ready ”. Then Sir Leslie Stephen sized the two of them up and said"Begin."Damien tried to get his judgment together. This beauty in figurehead of him, even though she had a tone in her had that made her seem like she wanted to tear his promontory off, was making him very distracted. He extended his hand, customary between two adversary as to wish each other a soundly match.

She grabbed it with her alfresco deal, and shooting her inside hand under his armpit, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the cap fly before his heart and landed hard on his back, the wind knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could react, she threaded her free bridge player under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the pressure immediately take up to build in his arm and berm and knew he was in trouble.

His mind shut off and instincts kicked. Because she was so quick to try and finish him, she had improved her location and taken the saddle horse, so with his legs free, Damien took his international leg and swung it around in front of her look and pushed down, freeing his arm of her ignition lock and pushing her away. She was fast to recover. He was on his butt when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in wide-cut guard. He put his bridge player on the back of her head and sucked it into his chest. She began to put to work on opening his legs up, but with her struggling he became very cognizant that her monumental white meat were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her breasts moving around him, he slipped out of his fighter wit and felt his hawkshaw hustle again,

She capitalized on his lack of defense and posted one of his knees to the solid ground and stepped over into half guard, the shooting her other leg out and to his early side getting the mount. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his head and put chest of drawers pressure on him. Now her giant Earth were right in his face, suffocating him. Damien's brain switching back and Forth between arousal and violence. Furious that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this doll monster knocker were crushing his look.

He reached his deal to pry one of hers off his head, but she countered, grabbing it with a death bag. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his face and leaned back into an armbar. He knew he was in difficulty again, the pain in his elbow made him acutely aware of that. But again, her rush made her sloppy and he shot his release had up to snaffle is forearm and used the extra space her legs left to get his head give up. He postured up, now within her guard, and began to try and get some breathing room, because her potent stage were damn near crushing his rib."Goddamn this squawk is hard"Damien thought to him. He saw her eyes quickly shoot to his outside leg, and in an jiffy, knew she was going to attempt to embroil him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped hold quickly, landing in slope control.

Even with her mouth precaution in, he heard her say"Fuck ”. 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 chest to chest, he could finger her breast on his breast and he even felt her nipples, they were hard. He tried to maintain focusing as her hips came of the ground as she tried to roll out over him, but put up his forearm to block her volte-face conversion and slid his leg over her eubstance. Now he had the mount and the upper hired hand. She quickly reached up and sucked his capitulum to her chest to keep him from capitalizing with a entry attempt. Once again, he was boldness first in her resplendent cumulation, and with her squirming to charge 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 venter as he sat on top of her.

Disgusted with himself for disgracing his art by being cheating like, for getting aroused by his opponent when he should only be focused on winning. He resolved that this was over now, popped he head up, and at the same prison term posted his right leg outside her fountainhead and then sunk it under. Grabbing her hand, he rolled over locking his book binding of his knee on the top of his foot and sunk in a triangle choking coil. She started to tolerate up, but he picked her stifle and she fell back down. Her face was turning shiny 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 pecker. Got to end it now he thought to himself. Trying to push aside is arousal returning, he squeeze tighter and her rima oris piece popped out. But she wouldn't tap. So he lifted his hips up, slipped his leg up and under into her genital organ. 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 view wander no to a greater extent and sat up, completing the shabu.

Her oral sex was pushed forward, and he almost let out a small gasp. Her face was now being crushed into his pecker ; he knew she could experience his hardness. He felt so embarrassed, he thought he was more professional than that, but grappling with KO had made him gruelling and now with her face squished into his cock, he want to do Thomas More to her, but he head was relieved of such thoughts. He felt her hand slapping his thigh signaling her submission and he released her.

She took in a declamatory pant of air and spit out her mouthpiece. 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 aware of all the people that were in the room, in the estrus of his bout he had forgotten there were still people here. Stephen walked to the center of the circle they were in and slapped in on the back."Goddamn son that was a good match. You okay there Donovan ?"he said looking at the earth 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 fuck 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 ripe as I remember kid. If you start training here, I think my blood brother and I can really gain something truly large out of you."Stephen said after telling the class to hold 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 newer student can learn from you just as much they do from some of the former guys as well as Damon and myself. Plus a gift like yours shouldn't go to the wayside with inactivity."Damien thought about it for a second, and replied,"I really like the spirit here too, I'd be honored if you'd let me rail her."

"Excellent !"Stephen said clapping his paw 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 love ?"she asked."Damien is going to be joining us here so delight take him up forepart and get him his document and the gear mechanism he needs on the house."Damien was warm to say,"That's not essential sir ..."But Stephen waved his manus,"No vexation son, its on us."He turned and walked back center mat and said,"Alright everybody, gathering around, lets do a partitioning of the catch 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 insurance paper which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a package containing two rash guards, one white and one blackened, both long sleeved with Word of God Salvatore Bros on the rachis. It also contained a duet of wrestle short 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 rachis of the changing way and soap as well, You should go clean up. roll around there has made you a hot lot ”.

He had even noticed, but he was still covered in sweat and stank pretty awful. Just then Keegan rounded the corner."Hey Damien, Damon is showing me some old tapeline and giving me some setting on Jiu Jitsu, can you wait up like another 45 moment ?"he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that look in his eyes, the one nigh usually get when they are introduced to something that they like."for certain 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 skillful hot shower after a match, and went over his every move. But this time was dissimilar. He couldn't period thinking about, his opponent Donovan. How incredibly sexy she was, how she made his blood pump, how when his eubstance was pressed up against hers. He looked down and realized how heavily he was. The girls he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big dick. 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 column inch around.

And right now it was at full length, thinking about his aphrodisiacal opponent. He wanted to bust one off real promptly, but that would be disrespectful. He'd time lag until he got back home to buck off to that sexy squawk. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain in his blazon from her Keylock and armbar and how his ribs were still sore from that destruction traveling bag she had on him when he was in here guard. In between those deep powerful legs… his judgement wandered off about being in between her stage and then caught himself. Laughing at himself, he turned the water to cold and immediately tensed up under the sudden temperature change. Soon, his pecker 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 pant when he felt person behind him. He hadn't even heard the door to the cabinet way open. He turned around and took a fist to the fount. The slug caught him by surprise and his backbone hit the row of lockers. He opened his eyes again to face his attacker, quick to knock there fucking head off when his jaw dropped again.

In strawman of him stood Donovan. Still sexy as all hell. His eyes almost began to wander again, but they were stopped by another clenched fist to the face. His point reeling, damn this chick can punch he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted,"What the fuck is your job ?"“ No, what the ass is yours"was her retort."You come in here thinking your hot prick, basically eye rapine me, and then your felt me up the stallion time we were grappling !"Damien mind was racing."Are you insane, you were beating me down the entire time and I.."she interrupted him,"Oh so that wasn't your peter that was impaling me in my stomach, just a roll of stern right ? Or when you put me in a triangle, and basically forced your pecker 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 choke him. O.K., sufficiency is enough. It was like I was trying to actively grope her, it just happened. But this is going to far he thought getting ready to call for her off of him.

But then she got closer, her fountainhead right following to his ear, and her body pressed up against his. Her breast mashed against he chest and she whispered in his ear with a husky phonation that instantly made his putz hard,"If you wanted to experience me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could supervise was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the cheek. Then full on the rima oris. From the startle she was forceful. Her handwriting moved from his throat to the back of his head, pulling him into her sassing. Her full, lusty pouty lips. Damien's mind was moving at a mile a minute. He tried to slow down down, to fully grasp the place, and then…tongue. He felt her lips part his mouth and she slipped her inside. She flicked his knife with hers, and Damien lost himself. What the fuck is happening ? She broke the osculation, playful biting his lip as she did it. And then looked at him with her big brown eye and said,"So are you going to bang me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit slow, apparently to slacken for her liking. She rolled her eyes and said,"I guess I have to make the decisiveness for you."She dropped to her knees, and with lightning fastness is belt was off and on the level, soon followed by his blue jean. Her hands rubbed up and down his crotch as she cooed,"What have we here ?"And with that she yanked drown his boxer and got popped in the font by his dick springing forth. She laughed,"So that must be why your brain dead right now, all your line of descent is down here."Damien looked down and just could not conceive it. Here was this drop dead gorgeous girl, who he thought was going to try and tear him apart, now with his peter in her hand."Mhmm, you definitely are a big one aren't you ?"she said kissing the head of his very hard tool. She then lifted it up and licked the shaft from balls to tip and then it in her backtalk.

Damien let out a gasp of air as his peter was engulfed her warm and wet mouth. His eubstance was on fire. She started slowly, her head slowly moving down his rotating shaft and back up again. Every bit she moved caused Damien to get a little more lost in pleasure. She began to speed up, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. She continued on and on until she got about halfway down his cock. She tried to get farther but started to gag and came up for air. She tried again, her pass moving back and forth on his cock, but couldn't get past that halfway mark. It was taking all of Damien self-control not to explode right there in her oral fissure. 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 go forward to struggle with getting more than of his putz in her oral cavity."What's the matter you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her head movements and looked at him. She had those deadly eyes again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with more intensity this meter, his magnetic pole hitting the back of her throat. Then she started to swirl her lingua around his dick while she was sucking it. Damien felt a little weak in the knees."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking good at that."He said in a soft part, this blond vixen was trying to soak up the meat on his bones."Fuuuuuuuck, tinker's damn that it…..whoooo…..shit girlfriend.

He felt his toes wanting to wave, the euphoric feeling in his dick…he wanted to come so badly. She started stroking his dick too, the combining was killing him, he wasn't going to endure much farsighted if she kept up this treatment. The feel of her hands and that fucking oral cavity slobbing on his dick was almost to lots. And something in him, took over. That primeval urge to get laid the living shit out of a cleaning lady. 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 lust pure lecherousness. His hands traveled down to her shank and then to her ass. It was so boastfully that he could catch all of it. But he tried. As the two each former with there lingua, he squeezed he ass and gave it a slap. He felt her shuddered and moan into his mouth. He did it again but harder. She moaned louder and compress harder into his soundbox. Her monolithic tits were crushed up against his pectus and she ground he crotch against his exposed cock. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her lips from his and said,"Shit, I'm so fucking wet."He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His hands going to her knocker, he grabbed two fistful and began to diddle with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so good"she moaned in a husky vocalization 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 dick and reason it against his raging toilsome on and said,"You should fix that."Off her trunks came, revealing one of the roundest, fattest buttocks that Damien had ever seen. He knelt down, smacking it. The result speech 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 entryway of her fuck box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her hips, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes. ass the irksome shit. screw me hard."And so Damien slid his full distance inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to make out her. He quickly got up to wide-cut hurrying, ramming his dick into her stringent fix. He was in endorphin overload. She was so wet, and so screw tight."Just like that, just like that, don't stop"she moaned in that husky voice that was driving Damien crazy.

"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod fuuuuuuuuck, oh my good fuck me !"she screamed again. Damien looked down and the sight of her colossus ass bouncing off his peter and them him pulling her back into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her swarm deep into her and her caput came back as she cried,"turd, 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 peter plunging in and out of her pussy gave it away to. His ball tightening he knew he couldn't last much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his thrust, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and sounds of her screams and moans of delight urged him on until she screamed"Don't stop aaahhhh don't stop aaahhh oh my god Im gon na come gon na number gon na come."

Without hesitating, he pulled out and turned her around. He grabbed he by the ass cheeks and slammed her into the lockers behind them. Parting her legs, he thrust forward, impaling her with his putz to the hilt."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !"she moaned and bit down into his neck. He felt blood trickle down his chest of drawers 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 pussy clamp down onto his cock and started convulsing. Her organic structure shook as she was racked with a powerful orgasm and her optic rolled into the vertebral column of her headland.

"Don't full point don't block don't don't full stop"she whispers as her hip ground into his, and with the finale of his resistance dwindling, he began thrusting into to her with every thing he had left."Oh fuck, get laid fuck fuck, shit oh my good Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her pussy clamped down even mingy, and her nab dug into his back. That bit of pain was the end of Damien. With one final exam push, 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 nil left to give. He slowly back out of her and his gumshoe came out with a small pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an chagrined spirit."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 feel 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 control. Now hand me my shorts."She said.

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a silver grey 530i with a swell sitting on the thug."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my brother Tim."she said anticipating the motion. That's a reliever that would have been crazy as fuck. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the introductions."Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook bridge player and Damien thought it was uncanny that Tim had to goofiest smile on his face. What does he bed Damien thought to himself. As this extremely attractive female, who he had just had sex in a storage locker elbow room with take the air around to the passenger slope of the car, as in a quiet voice so her brother couldn't her, as he got into the driver face."So I'm going to set about 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 sieve a bit and handed it back to him."What we are going to do is I'm going nursing home and you can call me."She said with a mephistophelean smiling as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his telephone set back into his pocket 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 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 ride away.

Later that night as Damien was laying in bed trying to fall asleep, the result of the day kept replaying in his head. At school, at the gym, on the mat, in the storage locker room with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually little girl name. He grabbed his telephone set off his bedside dresser and pulled up his get hold of lean and searched Donovan. 1 equal. He put down his earphone and drifted off to sleep, his pipe dream of Ashley Donovan .