*******So a couple of years back, I had a public lecture with the master copy author of the MSA series. I like his story so lots and I wanted to use some of his part in my own series. He gave me his boon, and this is the first of the series. If you all like it, let me bonk and I 'll continue with it. If not, I 'll quit and desist. So this news report is a bit short-circuit and dumb to start and the sex is quick, but its the unfastener. Following narration will be tenacious and suffer more sex. On another distinction, I 'm going to jump crowd surf for my story approximation. So if you got an idea for a report, or a tarradiddle you 've always wanted to see written, PM me and I 'll take a crack at it. And as always crit is always welcome. I aim to please my gent XNXXers. funfair malarkey and Following Seas*******

When Damien Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 pounds and a smooth embrown skin tone, with he knew all that clock time spent in the gym over the summer had been worth it. He had a well defined body. The time of day he spent lifting as well as doing muay thai and jui jitsu at his gym, Wolfpak, had paid off. Now as he began his commencement twelvemonth at college in New Hampshire, away from all his friends and menage back home in Long Beach, he was set to start fresh, to begin his new life. He finished paring, and returned back to his way to get dressed. He put on a yoke of light source blue jeans and a red push up shirt.

Rolling up the sleeves to his elbow and putting on a pair of white Nikes, he couldn't wait for the maiden day of socio-economic class to begin. Orientation had shown him that this school would be something worth memory, he just knew it. The girls were extremely attractive, and he had met a duet of dudes that seemed pretty nerveless too. He walked into the kitchen of his flat, grabbed an apple and headed downstairs to his pride and joy, his 95 Z28.

near hoi polloi didn't understand why he loved his car so much ; it was old, no doubtfulness. But the classic gondola that everyone loved today were, at one head in sentence, at an awkward time stage where they were 17 twelvemonth old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 years old, they suddenly became collector's firearm. He was just making sure he had it from the get go. And it wasn't like it was a rusty pail. He had ported and polished the heads, dropped a execution camshaft in, put in a cold air intake, ceramic header back exhausts, a high stall torque convertor, a supercharger, and trickster slip tire. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the rump rack. Not to mention the suspension was completely remake, the DoI was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of Negroid and regal with the pigment job being a punk lustrelessness black. He did love his car, working on it for 5 eld and paying for it by working at this meat packing factory back home.

He got in the car, put the key in the ignition system and turned the car over. It roared to liveliness as a gaggle of girl walked across the street. Damien could see in the rump view mirror them startle at the phone 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 salutary year."
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Damien started on as the prof at the head of the class was going on about the course of study for the year. Trigonometry was his start social class of the day, and he knew he was fucked. math had never been his firm suit and he had barely passed trig in senior high school. As he listened to the older man trailer on about how the class would be conducted, Damien let his eyes wander around the lecturing hall. There were a lot of really good looking young woman in this class, he thought to himself. He already knew that this subject was going to be an rising battle in the rain, but he might he a twosome of hook-ups out of it.

The prof dismissed the class and he stood up and walked toward the issue. As he was just out the door, a articulation behind him called out,"Hey Damien !"He turned around to see Max, a guy he had met during orientation course walking up to him."What's up bro"Damien replied"I didn't see you in there ”."Yea, I was up in the bet on talking with a distich of really hot chicks. There's a company Fri at one of their friends star sign out in bookman Housing, you down ?"“ Fucking A rightfulness, I'm game"Damien said."What do you make next ?"To which Max replied,"English 101."Damien glad he had a stratum with person he knew said,"Sweet, I've got that one too ”. As the dyad walked towards the building of their next class, they couldn't assistant but notice all the coeds, the hot coeds all around them. There was a radical of young lady over by some duck soup tables, a mates playing Frisbee with some cat under the tree, they were everywhere.

"So many choice, so little difference."Max said as they watched they scrumptious females."My goal this class is to bang as many of them as I potential can without getting herpes."“ well, there certainly isn't a dearth, so good fate with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their speech hall and got tail in the rachis of the room. As citizenry started to pile, Max and Damien spotted three more bozo they met at orientation who came up to sit with them. Jake, a lanky white boy with blonde hair, blue eyes was one of those guys who should have grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha interpreter. Keegan, was a large Russian chap, even taller than Damien by a couple of inch, and massively built but gave off that vibe that he wouldn't harm a fly until you fucked with him…then he'd tear your headspring off. And then there was Ricardo. He was a shorter guy, entire on Spaniard and even had the accent and slicked back tomentum to go with it. The five of them caught up on the last couplet of 24-hour interval while mass continued to rain cats and dogs 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 stead 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 fit it out around 6 tonight. You want to come ? You've done that kind of stuff before right wing ?"Keegan asked."Yea, I know a little, I'll come with you."

Damien was however, being quite lowly. Back home base he had been doing muay Central 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 tournament and competitions winning a safe majority of them for the division he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a honored grapple tournament known world wide and he placed second in that tourney for his section. He mind wandered off, thinking about that night and excited to have found another gym so quickly. He hoped that it would pan out and have upright instructors and not be one of those dime a dozen gym. Just then the prof for that class walked in and began his introduction. But Damien mind was else where ; his idea was on the mat.
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Damien and Keegan pulled into the parking of the gym. In atomic number 10 letters above the installation were the language Salvatore Bros."This is the place ?"Damien asked and Keegan nodded his headspring. They both got out and heading towards the door. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the audio of a lecture being given. There was an older lady at the front desk, around 50 with Lady Jane Grey fuzz bragging's feet around the middle, but a warming grin on her face."Hello, can I help you ?"she asked. Damien said to her,"Hi, me and my acquaintance here are new to the field so we thought we'd checker 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 lots 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 professorship along the wall where the two sat. In the inwardness of the mat where two old valet de chambre who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore buddy 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 adversary in a triangle choke coil. But because he's resisting the submission, the set on lifts his hips and chemise opposite to the remote leg. Then, placing the top of his human foot inside his opponents genitalia, he sinks his rosehip down and sits up which doubles the pressure on the cervix and immediately forces the opposition to tap out or have his neck opening broken."As on cue, one of the brothers demonstrates the motility and as soon as it was locked in, the other brother tapped the mat."shucks, that crap tone like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The brothers broke the circle sending everyone out to exercise the proficiency, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan."Hows it going son ?"one of the Brother said to them."My public figure is Stephen Salvatore and this is my brother Damon. You guys new around here ?"Keegan spoke up, feeling a little out of his chemical element,"Yes sir, we both just started shoal down the road."Damon replied,"Yea we get a lot of the student who like to arrive in from time to prison term. As you can see, we have a reasonably diverse group here."As Damien looked around he saw Shirley Temple Black, white, male person, female person, younger and elder. It was a reasonably diverse, a good sign of the zodiac, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to fuck stag up.

As he continued to look around, Sir Leslie Stephen exclamation snapped him out of his observation."Hey wait a instant I know you. Ummm, Damien Robert Tyre Jones right ?"“ Uh yea, how did you know that ?"Damien asked, puzzled."The Abu Dhabi in conclusion yr, you were in the 180s. I followed your matches and I have to say I was thoroughly imprint. You are extremely gifted. shame you didn't take first."Stephen said."Wow, I didn't even think some one would remember from a tourney a year ago."Damon spoke up,"No, I remember you now to, the lastly catch, that was one of the right couple I've seen. I rooted for you the entire time."Damien was glad he was dark skinned, he hated the sentiment of people seeing him blush.

The brothers turned their aid 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 fish out of pee tone like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the entitle giant,"Come on son, lets sit down and let me distinguish you a slight about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his admirer on the back and said,"Don't worry you'll be alright man."

As Damon and Keegan walked to the far end of the death chair to sit down, Sir Leslie Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to pluck around a bit."A lot of the people in right now aren't too get but I don't believe in separating them from the more promote Guy, it helps them read. So there a couple masses in here who should be able-bodied to keep up with you…for a little piece at least."Sir Leslie Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be bleak."I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably complain my ass."He said."hokum !"Sir Leslie Stephen exclaimed,"Your form of talent doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to have you grapple one of my in effect, if not intimately. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the urge he felt to flap around on the mat."Absolutely. But I not entirely prepared, I didn't bring any gear"he said feeling a bit ashamed he didn't foresee this happening, either way he wanted to end up on the mat tonight and the fact that he didn't bring his gear made it a little mad at himself. Stephen waved his mitt,"Go see my wife up front, she'll set you up."

Damien turned and walked back towards the nominal head, to the receptionist desk and relayed Olaf's message. The woman left for a minute and returned with a black long sleeve rash guard duty, a duad of boxers and a mouth piece."Here you go, the Men's changing room is just that way"she said pointing him in the right focus."Thank you ma'am"he replied walking towards the changing room.

He quickly changed over, his adrenaline beginning to pump, his heart pace racing at the idea of getting on the mat. He laughed at himself, no matter how many times he grappled ; it always felt like the initiatory time to him. He walked back out of the bathroom, the frigidity roofing tile under his feet and leaving his clothes on the workbench next to the front riposte. He walked back out to the mat and over to Stephen and said,"I'm fix. Let's do this."Stephen laughed a deep hearty jest,"I love the avidness. 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 level with him, brownish eye, with blond hair that hair Brown University streaks in, that was tied back in a ponytail to keep back it out of her eyes. Cute small little nose, with these full alcoholic lips. She was extremely full-bosomed, that much was manifest, as she was wearing a compression shirt like his, but her chest still protruded quite a bit. His eyes traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her hip were prominent and rhythm, and she was in sprawl fight shorts which hide the figure. She had to be packing an ass. And her legs were thick, that led down to feet with cute pinko colored toenails with peak on the big tow.

"You gon na fucking stare all night or you going to get your ass kicked ?"this smash growled at him in menacing vocalization. Even though she had just threatened him, her voice made Damien stir in his shorts. She walked preceding him, bumping her articulatio humeri into him strong as she did it, to the middle of the mat. Stephen laughed again and said,"Good circumstances son ”. He followed her and noticed her ass. It was immense. Even in the figure hiding short, which weren't doing their job, it stuck out and could see it jiggling as she walked. The mess alone made him grueling, very hard. She stopped and turned around to face him, and the former grappler had stopped practicing and formed a set around the two.

"You two ready ?"Stephen said outside the R-2 of students. 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 smasher in front of him, even though she had a look in her had that made her seem like she wanted to tear his promontory off, was making him very distracted. He extended his deal, accustomed between two opponents as to wish each former a unspoiled match.

She grabbed it with her outside hand, and shooting her inside helping hand under his armpit, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the ceiling fly before his eye 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 liberal hand under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the pressure immediately take off to construct in his arm and shoulder and knew he was in trouble. His head shut off and instincts kicked. Because she was so prompt to try and finish him, she had improved her position and taken the mountain, so with his legs unfreeze, Damien took his outside leg and swung it around in front of her face and pushed down, freeing his arm of her ringlet and pushing her away. She was flying to retrieve. He was on his butt when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in good guard. He put his hired man on the backbone of her top dog and sucked it into his bureau. She began to work on opening his legs 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 fighter mentality and felt his tool stir again,

She capitalized on his lack of defense and posted one of his knees to the ground and stepped over into 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 heading and put chest press on him. Now her colossus earth were right field in his fount, suffocating him. Damien's idea switching back and Forth River between stimulation and fury. fierce that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this chick giant breast were crushing his face.

He reached his manus to pry one of hers off his straits, but she countered, grabbing it with a death grip. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his face and leaned back into an armbar. He knew he was in hassle again, the hurting in his elbow made him acutely aware of that. But again, her rushing made her sloughy and he shot his free had up to grab is forearm and used the spare quad her legs left to get his head free. He postured up, now within her safeguard, and began to try and get some external respiration room, because her powerful legs were damn near crushing his ribs."Goddamn this squawk is unattackable"Damien thought to him. He saw her eyes quickly shoot to his outside leg, and in an instant, knew she was going to assay to sweep him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped guard quickly, landing in position control.

Even with her mouth safeguard in, he heard her say"screw ”. He chuckled to him self, and she shot him daggers. She attempted to buck him off, but he was entirely to stable. He noted again, he was dresser to chest, he could feel her titty on his chest and he even felt her nipples, they were hard. He tried to maintain focus as her hips came of the ground as she tried to ramble over him, but put up his forearm to block her reversal modulation and slid his leg over her torso. Now he had the backing and the upper hand. She quickly reached up and sucked his head to her thorax to prevent him from capitalizing with a submission attempt. Once again, he was cheek first in her glorious mounds, and with her squirming to go against him off, it was almost like he was motor boating her. And through all of this, even though she was profusely diaphoresis, he found himself attracted to the scent. In his ear he heard her say,"Pervert"in his ear. He then became mindful of the fact that his hard on was poking her in the breadbasket as he sat on top of her.

Disgusted with himself for disgracing his art by being unsportsmanlike like, for getting aroused by his opponent when he should only be focused on winning. He resolved that this was over now, popped he head up, and at the Lapplander prison term posted his right hand leg outside her headland and then pass it under. Grabbing her hand, he rolled over locking his book binding of his human knee on the top of his animal foot and sunk in a trilateral choke. She started to stand up up, but he picked her knee and she fell back down. Her case was turning bright red and her breathing place was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his prick. 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 ignore is foreplay returning, he squeeze tighter and her sass piece popped out. But she wouldn't tap. So he lifted his hips up, slipped his leg up and under into her private parts. As his foot made contact, he mind raced. No, it couldn't be, its got ta be sweat. No… is she…is she wet ? Is she actually getting aroused at this ? He let his thought wander no more and sat up, completing the crank.

Her pass 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 harshness. He felt so mortified, he thought he was more professional than that, but grappling with beauty had made him concentrated and now with her expression squished into his dick, he want to do more to her, but he mind was relieved of such mentation. He felt her manus slapping his thigh signaling her submission and he released her.

She took in a large gasp of air and spit out her gumshield. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a surprise total of strength. Then he heard the clapping. He became aware of all the people that were in the elbow room, in the heat of his bust he had forgotten there were still people here. Sir Leslie Stephen walked to the middle 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 terra firma 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 bed offery at Damien. With that she stormed out of the circle and over to the womanhood's changing room.

"I really thought you had lost it there for a minute of arc when she had you in the Keylock, and then the armbar, but I know now you where just toying with her. You're still just a good as I remember kid. If you start training here, I think my sidekick and I can really make something truly great out of you."Stephen said after telling the class to conduct a 5 min break 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 newer students can get a line from you just as practically they do from some of the former guys as well as Damon and myself. Plus a natural endowment 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 school her."“ Excellent !"Stephen said clapping his manus together."Alana ! seed here for a instant will you."The adult female from the straw man desk, who was Alana joined Damien and Stephen on the mat."Yes dear ?"she asked."Damien is going to be joining us here so please get hold of him up front line and get him his papers and the gear he needs on the house."Damien was quick to say,"That's not necessary sir ..."But Sir Leslie Stephen waved his paw,"No worries son, its on us."He turned and walked back center mat and said,"Alright everybody, gather around, Lashkar-e-Tayyiba do a breakdown of the match you just watched."Turning away from the mathematical group, Damien followed Alana back to the presence of the facility.

She got him his registration papers and policy newspaper which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a parcel containing two rash guards, one white and one black, both long sleeved with words Salvatore Bros on the spinal column. It also contained a couple of grapples underdrawers 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 tabulator and handed him a towel and said,"There is a shower in the back of the changing elbow room and scoop as well, You should go pick up. Roll around there has made you a hot mess ”. He had even noticed, but he was still covered in elbow grease 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 hold off up like another 45 minutes ?"he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that look in his middle, the one most usually get when they are introduced to something that they like."Sure man, no problem I'll be in the car when your done."And with that he headed to the locker room.

He stripped quickly and got under the water. It was tradition for him. He always took a nice hot shower after a compeer, and went over his every move. But this metre was unlike. He couldn't stop 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 intemperately he was. The missy he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big dick. It was about 9 inch 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 wax duration, thinking about his sexy adversary. He wanted to bust one off real quick, but that would be disrespectful. He'd time lag until he got back habitation to jerk off to that sexy cunt. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain in his subdivision from her Keylock and armbar and how his rib were still sore from that last handle she had on him when he was in here guard. In between those compact powerful legs… his idea wandered off about being in between her branch and then caught himself. Laughing at himself, he turned the water to cold and immediately tensed up under the sudden temperature change. Soon, his tool went flaccid and he had had enough. He turned the pee off and headed back to the lockers where his clothes were.

He had just put on his Boxer and pants when he felt individual behind him. He hadn't even heard the doorway to the footlocker elbow room overt. He turned around and took a fist to the face. The punch caught him by surprise and his dorsum hit the row of lockers. He opened his eyes again to look his assailant, ready to pick apart there fucking head off when his jaw dropped again.

In front 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 doll can punch he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted,"What the shtup is your problem ?"“ No, what the fuck is yours"was her replication."You come in here thinking your hot jack, basically eye ravishment me, and then your felt me up the entire clip we were grappling !"Damien mind was racing."Are you harebrained, you were beating me down the total fourth dimension and I.."she interrupted him,"Oh so that wasn't your cock that was impaling me in my breadbasket, just a roll of poop right ? Or when you put me in a triangle, and basically forced your peter into my font ? Right ? Right ?"Damien was flabbergasted. He fucked up and he knew it. He was going to apologize when he hand came shooting to his pharynx and started to cash in one's chips him. O.K., enough 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 involve her off of him.

But then she got closer, her head right next to his ear, and her organic structure pressed up against his. Her tit mashed against he chest and she whispered in his ear with a husky vocalisation that instantly made his dick hard,"If you wanted to experience me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could manage was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the cheek. Then full on the mouth. From the start she was emphatic. Her script moved from his throat to the rear of his head, pulling him into her lips. Her full, lustful pouty lips. Damien's thinker was moving at a mile a second. He tried to slow down, to fully apprehend the state of affairs, and then…tongue. He felt her lips part his sass and she slipped her inside. She flicked his knife with hers, and Damien lost himself. What the fuck is happening ? She broke the kiss, playful biting his lip as she did it. And then looked at him with her big embrown eyes and said,"So are you going to bang me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit slow, apparently to retard for her liking. She rolled her optic and said,"I guess I have to produce the decision for you."She dropped to her knees, and with lightning hurrying is belt was off and on the floor, soon followed by his dungaree. Her manus 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 face by his dick springing Forth River. She laughed,"So that must be why your head drained right now, all your lineage is down here."Damien looked down and just could not trust it. Here was this fall 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 peter. She then lifted it up and licked the shot from bollock to tip and then it in her lip.

Damien let out a gasp of air as his dick was engulfed her warm and wet oral fissure. His body was on fire. She started slowly, her chief slowly moving down his lance and back up again. Every bit she moved do Damien to get a little more lost in delight. 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 dick. She tried to get farther but started to gag and came up for air. She tried again, her head moving back and Forth on his turncock, but couldn't get past that halfway mug. It was taking all of Damien possession not to explode 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 scramble with getting more of his dick in her sassing."What's the matter you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her head drive and looked at him. She had those deadly middle again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with more than loudness this time, his celestial pole hitting the spine of her throat. Then she started to swirl her tongue around his peter while she was sucking it. Damien felt a little sapless in the knees."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking good at that."He said in a diffuse voice, this blonde hellcat was trying to suck the meat on his castanets."Fuuuuuuuck, damn that it…..whoooo…..shit fille.

He felt his toes wanting to loop, the euphoric belief in his dick…he wanted to fare so badly. She started stroking his dick too, the combination was killing him, he wasn't going to last much prospicient if she kept up this treatment. The feel of her hands and that fucking mouth slobbing on his dick was almost to much. And something in him, took over. That primal urge to fuck the aliveness shit out of a womanhood. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big brown middle and that did it. He grabbed his prick and pulled it out her mouth and pulled her to her ft.

He pulled her in to a kiss ; there was no love story, just lustfulness pure lecherousness. His hands traveled down to her waist and then to her ass. It was so large that he could seize all of it. But he tried. As the two each other with there lingua, he squeezed he ass and gave it a smack. He felt her shuddered and moan into his mouth. He did it again but intemperate. She moaned louder and pressed harder into his body. Her massive breast were crushed up against his chest and she ground he crotch against his exposed cock. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her lips from his and said,"bastard, I'm so fucking wet."He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His hands going to her titty, he grabbed two fistful and began to play with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so right"she moaned in a buirdly interpreter that sent Damien over the edge.

He grabbed her shorts and whispered in her ear,"You have too many clothes on."She pushed her ass backwards into his dick and undercoat it against his raging hard on and said,"You should fix that."Off her shortstop came, revealing one of the roundest, fattest asses that Damien had ever seen. He knelt down, smacking it. The effect phone was a overweight thwack that rang out through the footlocker elbow room."Mhmmm, I love that shit."She whispered looking back at him."Now fuck me."

Damien stood to his full height and grabbing his dick, placed it at the entrance of her nookie box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her rosehip, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes. Fuck the tedious doodly-squat. Fuck me hard."And so Damien slid his full length inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to fuck her. He quickly got up to full amphetamine, ramming his shaft into her miserly hole. He was in endorphin overburden. She was so wet, and so get it on tight."Just like that, just like that, don't full point"she moaned in that hoarse voice that was driving Damien crazy.

"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod fuuuuuuuuck, oh my commodity nooky me !"she screamed again. Damien looked down and the sight of her giant ass bouncing off his dick and them him pulling her cover into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her drove deep into her and her chief came back as she cried,"diddly-shit, oh my god, do it again."He kept fucking her ands smacking her ass, he could feel how wet she was, the phone of his dick plunging in and out of her pussy gave it away to. His orb tightening he knew he couldn't go much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his thrust, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and sounds of her screaming and moan of pleasure urged him on until she screamed"Don't arrest aaahhhh don't plosive speech sound 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 footlocker behind them. Parting her legs, he thrust forward, impaling her with his cock to the hilt."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !"she moaned and bit down into his cervix. He felt blood trickle down his chest but he didn't care. He pounded her, banging her into the storage locker."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 body shook as she was racked with a herculean orgasm and her oculus rolled into the dorsum of her mind.

"Don't stop don't stop don't don't occlusion"she whispers as her hip ground into his, and with the in conclusion of his resistance dwindling, he began thrusting into to her with every thing he had left."Oh fuck, fuck fuck screw, shit oh my good Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her snatch clamped down even mingy, and her nails dug into his back. That bit of nuisance was the end of Damien. With one concluding thrust, he buried himself into her and an orgasm like he had never had before hit him like a ton of bricks."Goddamn, yessssss, take it slut"He moaned into her ear as he pumped his cum into her. He came for what seemed like an eternity, before he had aught left to give. He slowly back out of her and his dick came out with a small pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an hinder look."I cant feel my legs."

He had to express mirth, and helped het sit down. She looked at him,"Take it slut huh ?"Again he had to laugh,"Yea sorry I kind of got carried away."He sat down beside her and the silence around them made him feel incredible awkward."So this is sort of weird."he said."A trivial but the sex make up for it."Then it hit Damien,"delay, you are you on…"“ Relax stud, I'm on birth ascendence. Now script me my shorts."She said.

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a Ag 530i with a dude sitting on the hood."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my brother Tim."she said anticipating the doubt. That's a relief that would have been crazy as ass. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the origination."Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook hand and Damien thought it was unearthly that Tim had to goofiest smile on his face. What does he jazz Damien thought to himself. As this extremely attractive female, who he had just had sex in a locker room with walked around to the passenger side of the car, as in a quiet down voice so her brother couldn't her, as he got into the driver side.

"So I'm going to get down training here, so what do we do now ?"“ Got a phone ?"she asked, and he pulled his out of his sac. She snatched it out of his hands and played with the cover a bit and handed it back to him."What we are going to do is I'm going abode and you can call me."She said with a devilish smile as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his earphone back into his sack 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 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 labor away.

Later that night as Damien was laying in bed trying to return asleep, the upshot of the day kept replaying in his read/write head. At schooltime, at the gym, on the mat, in the locker elbow room with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually girl epithet. He grabbed his phone off his bedside chest of drawers and pulled up his contact lens tilt and searched Donovan. 1 match. He put down his earphone and drifted off to sleep, his dream of Ashley Donovan .