When Damien Robert Tyre Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 pounds and a still brown skin tone, with he knew all that time spent in the gym over the summertime had been worth it. He had a well defined body. 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 initiative year at college in New Hampshire down, away from all his champion and phratry back home in Long Beach, he was cook to get refreshful, to begin his new spirit. He finished shave, and returned back to his room to get dressed. He put on a pair of light-headed blue jeans and a red button up shirt.


Rolling up the sleeve to his elbow joint and putting on a couplet of flannel Nikes, he couldn't wait for the number 1 day of classes to begin. Orientation had shown him that this school would be something worth remembering, he just knew it. The lady friend 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 apple and headed downstairs to his pride and joy, his 95 Z28.

to the highest degree people didn't understand why he loved his car so much ; it was old, no incertitude. But the classic motorcar that everyone loved today were, at one spot in time, at an embarrassing 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 man. He was just making for certain he had it from the get go.

And it wasn't like it was a rust bucket. He had ported and polished the school principal, dropped a carrying out camshaft in, put in a frigidity air consumption, ceramic lintel back exhausts, a senior high stall torque converter, a supercharger, and cheater slip tires. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the rear wheels. Not to mention the suspension was completely make over, the interior was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of Joseph Black and empurpled with the rouge job being a hooligan lustrelessness melanize. He did love his car, working on it for 5 days and paying for it by working at this meat packing manufactory back home.

He got in the car, put the key in the ignition and turned the car over. It roared to life as a gaggle of fille walked across the street. Damien could see in the hind end view mirror them startle at the strait of the beast and how they looked at on in awe and inflammation. 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 prof at the head of the class was going on about the syllabus for the twelvemonth. trig was his 1st class of the day, and he knew he was fucked. math had never been his strong suit and he had barely passed trig in high school day. As he listened to the older man drone on about how the class would be conducted, Damien let his eyes wander around the talk hall. There were a lot of really good looking girls in this class, he thought to himself. He already knew that this subject 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 class and he stood up and walked toward the departure. As he was just out the door, a voice behind him called out,"Hey Damien !"He turned around to see Max, a guy he had met during orientation walking up to him."What's up bro"Damien replied"I didn't see you in there ”."Yea, I was up in the back talking with a couple of really hot chicks. There's a party Friday at one of their acquaintance home out in scholarly person Housing, you down ?"“ Fucking A right wing, I'm biz"Damien said."What do you have 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 class, they couldn't help but notice all the coeds, the hot coeds all around them. There was a group of girlfriend over by some picnic tables, a twain playing Frisbee with some guy under the tree diagram, they were everywhere.

"So many pick, so minuscule 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 dearth, so right chance with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their lecture hall and got tail in the back of the room. As people started to pile, Max and Damien spotted three more than guys they met at orientation who came up to sit with them. Jake, a lanky white boy with blonde pilus, blue eyes was one of those guys who should have grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha vocalization. Keegan, was a vauntingly Russian fellow, even taller than Damien by a couple of inches, and massively built but gave off that vibe that he wouldn't trauma 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 yoke of days while people continued to pour out into the room.

Then Keegan asked Damien,"Hey did you see that warriorlike humanities situation right off campus ?"Damien capitulum 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 ? shucks, definitely didn't know about that."Damien replied."Well, I'm going to check it out around 6 tonight. You want to add up ? You've done that kind of stuff before rightfulness ?"Keegan asked."Yea, I know a small, I'll come with you."

Damien was however, being quite low. Back home he had been doing muay thai and jui jitsu for about 4 years. His viewpoint up was proficient, but it was on the priming where he shined. He had gone to tourney and competitor winning a good majority of them for the sectionalisation he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a prestigious grappling tournament known domain wide of the mark and he placed second in that tourney for his division. He mind wandered off, thinking about that nighttime and excited to get 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 gym. Just then the professor for that stratum walked in and began his introduction. 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 words Salvatore Bros."This is the station ?"Damien asked and Keegan nodded his head. They both got out and point towards the doorway. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the sound of a lecture being given. There was an older lady at the battlefront desk, around 50 with grey whisker crow's base around the eyes, but a warming grinning on her face."hello, 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 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 hot seat on the mat, and you can go sit in and watch."“ Thank you very very much ma'am. Come on Army of the Righteous go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the corner towards the mat. There was a origin of chairs along the wall where the two sat. In the core of the mat where two older valet who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore brothers and they were demonstrating a triangle choke glass. 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 opposite in a triangle choke. But because he's resisting the compliance, the snipe lifts his pelvic girdle and shift key opposite to the outdoor leg. Then, placing the top of his foot inside his opponents crotch, he sinks his hips down and sits up which doubles the pressure on the neck and immediately forces the resister to tap out or have his cervix broken."As on cue, one of the brother demonstrates the move and as soon as it was locked in, the other brother tapped the mat."Damn, that diddlysquat looks like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The brothers broke the forget me drug sending everyone out to recitation 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 piffling out of his ingredient,"Yes sir, we both just started school down the road."Damon replied,"Yea we get a lot of the students who like to add up in from clip to sentence. As you can see, we have a pretty diverse chemical group here."As Damien looked around he saw blackamoor, white, male, female, new and quondam. It was a pretty diverse, a serious sign, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to sleep with crap up. As he continued to wait 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 final twelvemonth, you were in the 180s. I followed your couple and I have to say I was thoroughly affect. 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 mates, that was one of the best matches I've seen. I rooted for you the full time."Damien was glad he was dark-skinned skinned, he hated the thought of people seeing him blush.

The brothers turned their attending to Keegan, the elephant in the elbow room."And what about you son ? Why so quiet ?"Stephen asked."To be honest sir, this is the first clip seeing anything like this. I guess this is kind of what a angle out of water flavor like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Sir Leslie Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the gentle giant,"Come on son, lets sit down and let me order you a slight about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his friend on the back 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, Sir Leslie Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to roll up around a bit."A lot of the citizenry in right now aren't too experienced but I don't believe in separating them from the more advanced Guy, it helps them learn. So there a couple people in here who should be able to go along up with you…for a small while at least."Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be bootleg."I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably kick my ass."He said."bunk !"Stephen exclaimed,"Your kind of talent doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to get you grapple one of my in force, if not best. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the itch he felt to roll around on the mat."Absolutely. But I not entirely prepared, I didn't bring any pitch"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 mechanism made it a little mad at himself. Stephen waved his hand,"Go see my married woman up front, she'll set you up."

Damien turned and walked back towards the front, to the receptionist desk and relayed Olaf's content. The woman left for a minute and returned with a black foresighted sleeve rash sentry go, a pair 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 direction."Thank you ma'am"he replied walking towards the changing room.

He quickly changed over, his adrenaline beginning to pump, his marrow pace racing at the cerebration of getting on the mat. He laughed at himself, no matter how many times he grappled ; it always felt like the first-class honours degree sentence to him. He walked back out of the john, the insensate tile under his feet and leaving his clothes on the bench next to the figurehead retort. He walked back out to the mat and over to Stephen and said,"I'm ready. Let's do this."Stephen laughed a abstruse 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 sight to behold. Tall, as she was almost eye storey with him, brown eye, with blond hairsbreadth that hair brown streaks in, that was tied back in a ponytail to save it out of her eyes. Cute little little nose, with these full lushes sass. She was extremely busty, that very much was evident, as she was wearing a concretion shirt like his, but her thorax still protruded quite a bit. His heart traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her hips were large and round, and she was in sprawl scrap boxers which hide the material body. She had to be packing an ass. And her legs were thick, 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 belt growled at him in menacing representative. Even though she had just threatened him, her voice made Damien stir in his shorts. She walked preceding him, bumping her shoulder into him grueling as she did it, to the essence of the mat. Sir Leslie Stephen laughed again and said,"good luck son ”. He followed her and noticed her ass. It was huge. Even in the form hiding shorts, 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 front him, and the early grapnel had stopped practicing and formed a circle around the two.

"You two ready ?"Stephen said outside the circle of student. The girl looked at him and nodded her head and Damien said"Ready ”. Then Stephen sized the two of them up and said"Begin."Damien tried to get his head together. This peach in front man of him, even though she had a look in her had that made her seem like she wanted to displume his chief off, was making him very distracted. He extended his hand, customary between two adversary as to wish each other a good match.

She grabbed it with her alfresco script, and shooting her inside script under his axillary cavity, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the roof fly before his eyes and landed hard on his book binding, the wind knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could oppose, she threaded her free hand under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the insistency immediately depart to build in his arm and articulatio humeri and knew he was in trouble.

His mind shut off and instinct kicked. Because she was so quick to try and terminate him, she had improved her position and taken the mountain, so with his legs free, Damien took his outside leg and swung it around in front man of her face and pushed down, freeing his arm of her ringlet and pushing her away. She was promptly to recuperate. He was on his rear end when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in broad guard. He put his hand on the backrest of her drumhead and sucked it into his chest of drawers. She began to work on opening his ramification up, but with her struggling he became very aware that her massive breasts were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her breasts moving around him, he slipped out of his battler mentality and felt his tool stir again,

She capitalized on his deficiency of defending team and posted one of his knee joint to the flat coat and stepped over into one-half safety device, the shooting her other leg out and to his former side getting the mount. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his question and put bureau pressure sensation on him. Now her giant globes were right field in his aspect, suffocating him. Damien's psyche switching back and forth between arousal and fury. Furious that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this bird giant tits were crushing his face.

He reached his manus to pry one of hers off his headland, but she countered, grabbing it with a destruction grip. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his face and leaned back into an armbar. He knew he was in worry again, the pain in his elbow made him acutely aware of that. But again, her hurriedness made her baggy and he shot his free had up to grab is forearm and used the extra space her legs left to get his capitulum disembarrass. He postured up, now within her guard, and began to try and get some breathing elbow room, because her powerful legs were damn near crushing his ribs."Goddamn this bitch is impregnable"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 sweep him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped guard quickly, landing in side control.

Even with her mouth precaution in, he heard her say"screw ”. He chuckled to him self, and she shot him obelisk. She attempted to hitch him off, but he was entirely to stable. He noted again, he was chest to chest, he could feel her bosom on his chest and he even felt her mamilla, they were hard. He tried to maintain focus as her articulatio coxae came of the ground as she tried to roll over him, but put up his forearm to block her reversal transition and slid his leg over her body. Now he had the mount and the upper berth hand. She quickly reached up and sucked his read/write head to her bureau to prevent him from capitalizing with a submission attempt. Once again, he was face first in her glorious mounds, and with her squirming to buck him off, it was almost like he was motor boating her. And through all of this, even though she was profusely sweating, he found himself attracted to the scent. In his ear he heard her say,"Pervert"in his ear. He then became cognizant of the fact that his hard on was poking her in the tum as he sat on top of her.

Disgusted with himself for disgracing his art by being unsportsmanlike like, for getting aroused by his opponent when he should only be focused on winning. He resolved that this was over now, popped he head up, and at the same time posted his good leg outside her head and then lapse it under. Grabbing her hand, he rolled over locking his back of his knee on the top of his understructure and sunk in a trigon choke. She started to put up up, but he picked her knee and she fell back down. Her face was turning smart red and her breath was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his dick. Where her drumhead was locked in between his ramification, was directly on his gumshoe. Got to end it now he thought to himself. Trying to discount is stimulation returning, he squeeze tighter and her mouth 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 foundation made contact, he mind raced. No, it couldn't be, its got ta be sweat. No… is she…is she wet ? Is she actually getting aroused at this ? He let his thought wander no more and sat up, completing the churl.

Her head was pushed forward, and he almost let out a lowly gasp. Her fount was now being crushed into his dick ; he knew she could find his rigor. He felt so embarrassed, he thought he was more professional than that, but grappling with stunner had made him hard and now with her facial expression squished into his shaft, he want to do Sir Thomas More to her, but he mind was relieved of such thoughts. He felt her hired hand slapping his thigh signaling her submission and he released her.

She took in a orotund gasp of air and saliva out her gumshield. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a storm amount of strength. Then he heard the clapping. He became cognisant of all the people that were in the room, in the rut of his tear he had forgotten there were still people here. Sir Leslie Stephen walked to the nitty-gritty of the circle they were in and slapped in on the book binding."Goddamn son that was a respectable match. You okay there Donovan ?"he said looking at the priming coat where she was still getting up."I'm fine"she replied shooting what can only be described as the spirit of all encompassing hatred and sleep with 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 serious as I remember kid. If you start training here, I think my brother and I can really make something truly great out of you."Sir Leslie Stephen said after telling the class to lease a 5 minute break and pulling Damien off to the slope."We're like a family here, and I think you'd really like it. And I believe the newer students can larn from you just as much they do from some of the other guy cable 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 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 work force together."Alana ! seminal fluid 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 love ?"she asked."Damien is going to be joining us here so please take him up social movement and get him his document and the gear he needs on the house."Damien was quick to say,"That's not necessary sir ..."But Sir Leslie Stephen waved his handwriting,"No headache son, its on us."He turned and walked back center mat and said,"Alright everybody, gathering around, lets do a breakdown of the compeer 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 papers which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a package containing two rash guards, one Elwyn Brooks White and one black, both foresighted sleeved with discussion Salvatore Bros on the backrest. It also contained a span of wrestling shorts that had Salvatore Bros down the leg and on the ass."Gym dues are to be paid first on every month and it'll be $ 100."She reached behind the counter and handed him a towel and said,"There is a shower in the spinal column of the changing room and scoop as well, You should go clean up. Roll around there has made you a hot mint ”.

He had even noticed, but he was still covered in fret and stank pretty awful. Just then Keegan rounded the box."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 facial expression in his eyes, the one virtually 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 custom for him. He always took a nice hot exhibitor after a equal, and went over his every move. But this prison term was unlike. He couldn't check thinking about, his opponent Donovan. How incredibly sexy she was, how she made his blood heart, how when his soundbox was pressed up against hers. He looked down and actualise how hard he was. The young lady he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big dick. It was about 9 inches long, sizable over middling but it was thick too. He'd have to say circumference Wise it was about 6 maybe 7 inch around.

And right now it was at full length, thinking about his sexy opponent. He wanted to burst one off real immediate, but that would be awless. He'd wait until he got back home to hitch off to that sexy beef. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering hurting in his arms from her Keylock and armbar and how his costa were still sore from that expiry clutch she had on him when he was in here guard. In between those thick powerful legs… his mind wandered off about being in between her wooden leg 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 storage locker where his dress were.

He had just put on his boxers and trouser when he felt soul behind him. He hadn't even heard the door to the locker room open. He turned around and took a fist to the brass. The punch caught him by surprise and his backbone hit the row of storage locker. He opened his centre again to face his attacker, ready to knock there fucking head off when his jaw dropped again.

In battlefront of him stood Donovan. Still sexy as all perdition. His eyes almost began to wind again, but they were stopped by another fist to the brass. His fountainhead reeling, Damn this skirt can punch he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted,"What the fucking is your job ?"“ No, what the fuck is yours"was her retort."You come in here thinking your hot poop, basically eye ravishment 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 integral time and I.."she interrupted him,"Oh so that wasn't your peter that was impaling me in my stomach, just a roll of quarters right ? Or when you put me in a Triangle, and basically forced your dick into my face ? Right ? Right ?"Damien was flabbergasted. He fucked up and he knew it. He was going to rationalize when he hand came shooting to his throat and started to asphyxiate him. Okay, decent is enough. It was like I was trying to actively grope her, it just happened. But this is going to far he thought getting gear up to take her off of him.

But then she got closer, her head right following to his ear, and her organic structure pressed up against his. Her breast mashed against he chest and she whispered in his ear with a husky voice that instantly made his dick hard,"If you wanted to feel me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could make out was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the cheek. Then full on the mouth. From the scratch line she was forceful. Her hand moved from his pharynx to the back of his head, pulling him into her lips. Her full, red-blooded pouty mouth. Damien's idea was moving at a Roman mile a minute of arc. He tried to slow down, to fully grok the situation, and then…tongue. He felt her mouth 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 osculation, playful biting his lip as she did it. And then looked at him with her big John Brown center and said,"So are you going to have sex me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit irksome, apparently to slow for her liking. She rolled her eyes and said,"I guess I have to take a shit the decision for you."She dropped to her knees, and with lightning speed is belt was off and on the floor, soon followed by his denim. Her work force rubbed up and down his privates as she cooed,"What have we here ?"And with that she yanked drown his boxer and got popped in the nerve by his prick springing Forth River. She laughed,"So that must be why your mind dead right now, all your blood is down here."Damien looked down and just could not believe it. Here was this pearl dead gorgeous girl, who he thought was going to try and tear him apart, now with his cock in her hand."Mhmm, you definitely are a big one aren't you ?"she said kissing the chief of his very strong dick. She then lifted it up and licked the shaft from Ball to tip and then it in her mouth.

Damien let out a gasp of air as his dick was engulfed her warm and wet sass. His trunk was on flame. She started slowly, her capitulum slowly moving down his beam of light and back up again. Every bit she moved induce Damien to get a little more than lost in pleasure. She began to cannonball along up, her brain bobbing up and down on his hammer. 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 forefront moving back and Forth on his cock, but couldn't get past that halfway cross. It was taking all of Damien willpower not to burst forth right there in her oral cavity. Who wouldn't ? This busty knockout was on her human knee, fucking him with her oral cavity and he was loving it. He laughed as she to preserve to struggle with getting Thomas More of his hawkshaw in her mouthpiece."What's the matter you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her head movements and looked at him. She had those virulent eyes again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with more intensity this sentence, his pole hitting the back of her throat. Then she started to twirl her tongue around his dick while she was sucking it. Damien felt a little imperfect in the human knee."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking good at that."He said in a soft vocalism, this blond vixen was trying to imbibe the meat on his bones."Fuuuuuuuck, tinker's dam that it…..whoooo…..shit girlfriend.

He felt his toes wanting to curl up, the euphoric feeling in his dick…he wanted to come so badly. She started stroking his dick too, the combination was killing him, he wasn't going to conclusion much longer if she kept up this discussion. The feel of her men and that fucking back talk slobbing on his cock was almost to much. And something in him, took over. That primal itch to screw the life shit out of a woman. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big brownness eyes and that did it. He grabbed his dick and pulled it out her mouth and pulled her to her feet.

He pulled her in to a kiss ; there was no romance, just luxuria pure lust. His hands 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 early with there tongues, he squeezed he ass and gave it a smack. He felt her shuddered and moan into his sassing. He did it again but harder. She moaned louder and fight harder into his consistence. Her monumental tits were crushed up against his chest and she ground he crotch against his debunk cock. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her lip from his and said,"doodly-squat, I'm so fucking wet."He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His script going to her breasts, he grabbed two handfuls and began to dally with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so beneficial"she moaned in a gruff part that sent Damien over the edge.

He grabbed her shorts and whispered in her ear,"You have too many dress on."She pushed her ass backwards into his dick and primer coat it against his raging knockout on and said,"You should fix that."Off her shorts came, revealing one of the roundest, fattest buttocks that Damien had ever seen. He knelt down, smacking it. The result sound was a fleshy thwack that rang out through the locker room."Mhmmm, I love that shit."She whispered looking back at him."Now fuck me."

Damien stood to his full height and grabbing his dick, placed it at the entrance of her nookie box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her articulatio coxae, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes. Fuck the slow down shit. Fuck me hard."And so Damien slid his total length inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to sleep together her. He quickly got up to full speed, ramming his dick into her tight hole. He was in endorphin overload. She was so wet, and so make out tight."Just like that, just like that, don't plosive consonant"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 gargantuan ass bouncing off his dick and them him pulling her back into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her drove oceanic abyss into her and her head came back as she cried,"SOB, oh my god, do it again."He kept fucking her ands smacking her ass, he could find how wet she was, the auditory sensation of his dick plunging in and out of her twat gave it away to. His ball tightening he knew he couldn't last much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his stab, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and sounds of her howler and moans of delight urged him on until she screamed"Don't stop aaahhhh don't diaphragm aaahhh oh my god Im gon na come gon na come gon na come."

Without hesitating, he pulled out and turned her around. He grabbed he by the ass cheeks and slammed her into the lockers behind them. Parting her legs, he thrust forward, impaling her with his cock to the hilt."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !"she moaned and bit down into his neck opening. He felt blood filter down his breast 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 pussycat clamp down onto his tool and started convulsing. Her trunk shook as she was racked with a potent orgasm and her middle rolled into the back of her head.

"Don't stay don't stop don't don't plosive consonant"she whispers as her hip background into his, and with the last of his impedance dwindling, he began thrusting into to her with every thing he had left."Oh piece of tail, fuck fuck fuck, shit oh my salutary Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her snatch clamped down even tighter, and her nails dug into his back. That bit of pain was the end of Damien. With one final exam thrust, he buried himself into her and an sexual climax like he had never had before hit him like a ton of bricks."Goddamn, yessssss, take it slut"He moaned into her ear as he pumped his cum into her. He came for what seemed like an eternity, before he had nothing left to return. He slowly back out of her and his dick came out with a humble pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an humiliated look."I cant find 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 muteness around them made him feel incredible awkward."So this is kind of weird."he said."A fiddling but the sex make up for it."Then it hit Damien,"postponement, you are you on…"“ Relax scantling, I'm on birth control. Now hand me my shorts."She said.

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a silver 530i with a dude sitting on the thug."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my blood brother Tim."she said anticipating the interrogative. That's a relief that would have been softheaded as screwing. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the instauration."Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook hand and Damien thought it was eldritch that Tim had to goofiest smile on his face. What does he bed Damien thought to himself. As this extremely attractive female person, who he had just had sex in a footlocker room with take the air around to the passenger side of the car, as in a quiet vocalism so her brother couldn't her, as he got into the driver incline."So I'm going to get down education 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 CRT screen a bit and handed it back to him."What we are going to do is I'm going home and you can call me."She said with a rascally grin as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his phone back into his pocket as he walked back to his car, just as Keegan walked out of the gym."Man this seat is incredible. The chum 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 tease with me when we need to train."And with that they both got in the car and motor away.

Later that nighttime as Damien was laying in bed trying to fall asleep, the result of the day kept replaying in his caput. At school, at the gym, on the mat, in the storage locker elbow room with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually girlfriend name. He grabbed his phone off his bedside dresser and pulled up his physical contact list and searched Donovan. 1 match. He put down his phone and drifted off to sleep, his dreams of Ashley Donovan .