When Damien Casey Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 pounds and a smooth brown skin whole tone, with he knew all that time spent in the gym over the summer had been worth it. He had a well defined organic structure. The 60 minutes he spent lifting as well as doing muay Tai and jui jitsu at his gym, Wolfpak, had paid off. Now as he began his first twelvemonth at college in New Hampshire, away from all his friends and family back dwelling house in Long Beach, he was cook to start fresh, to begin his new lifespan. He finished shaving, and returned back to his elbow room to get dressed. He put on a twain of short blue jeans and a red push up shirt.


Rolling up the sleeve to his elbows and putting on a pair of Andrew D. White Nikes, he couldn't wait for the first day of stratum to commence. Orientation had shown him that this schooltime would be something worth memory, he just knew it. The lady friend were extremely attractive, and he had met a span of dude that seemed pretty sang-froid too. He walked into the kitchen of his apartment, grabbed an orchard apple tree and headed downstairs to his pride and joy, his 95 Z28.

to the highest degree citizenry didn't understand why he loved his car so much ; it was old, no doubt. But the classic railcar that everyone loved today were, at one decimal point in prison term, at an inapt clock time stage where they were 17 years old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 year old, they suddenly became accumulator's pieces. He was just making sure he had it from the get go.

And it wasn't like it was a rust bucketful. He had ported and polished the chief, dropped a execution camshaft in, put in a cold air intake, ceramic coping back exhausts, a high stall torque converter, a supercharger, and trickster slick tires. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the rear wheels. Not to advert the intermission was completely remodel, the inside was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of pitch-dark and over-embellished with the pigment job being a rowdy matte nigrify. He did sleep with his car, working on it for 5 eld and paying for it by working at this meat packing mill back home.

He got in the car, put the key in the ignition and turned the car over. It roared to aliveness as a gaggle of female child walked across the street. Damien could see in the rear aspect mirror them jumping at the phone of the animal and how they looked at on in awe and fervour. He put on his sunglasses, and said to himself,"Yea, this is going to be a right year."
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Damien started on as the professor at the head of the course was going on about the program for the class. trigonometry was his first class of the day, and he knew he was fucked. maths had never been his strong courting and he had barely passed trig in high schoolhouse. As he listened to the older man drone on about how the class would be conducted, Damien let his heart wander around the lecture student residence. There were a lot of really trade good looking girls in this class, he thought to himself. He already knew that this case was going to be an uphill battle in the rainwater, but he might he a distich of hook-ups out of it.

The professor dismissed the class and he stood up and walked toward the exit. As he was just out the doorway, 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 stake talking with a couple of really hot chicks. There's a company Friday at one of their friends menage out in Student lodging, you down ?"“ Fucking A right, I'm game"Damien said."What do you suffer next ?"To which Max replied,"English 101."Damien glad he had a class with soul he knew said,"Sweet, I've got that one too ”. As the pair walked towards the building of their succeeding class, they couldn't aid but notice all the coeds, the hot coeds all around them. There was a group of girl over by some picnic tables, a duo playing Frisbee with some Guy under the Tree, they were everywhere.

"So many option, so small difference."Max said as they watched they scrumptious female."My destination this year is to bang as many of them as I possible can without getting herpes."“ Well, there certainly isn't a shortage, so beneficial circumstances with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their speech foyer and got fundament in the back of the way. As people started to pile, Max and Damien spotted three more guys they met at orientation who came up to sit with them. Jake, a lanky white boy with blonde hair, dingy eyes was one of those guys who should feature grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha representative. Keegan, was a turgid Russian fellow, even taller than Damien by a mates of inches, 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 head off. And then there was David Ricardo. He was a shorter guy, replete on Spaniard and even had the stress and slicked back hair to go with it. The five of them caught up on the last couple of days while people continued to pelt into the room.

Then Keegan asked Damien,"Hey did you see that warlike nontextual matter post right off campus ?"Damien ears perking up replied,"No, I didn't know there was any station 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."wellspring, I'm going to check it out around 6 tonight. You want to come ? You've done that kind of stuff before right field ?"Keegan asked."Yea, I know a piffling, I'll come with you."

Damien was however, being quite modest. backbone rest home he had been doing muay Siamese and jui jitsu for about 4 geezerhood. His pedestal up was good, but it was on the reason where he shined. He had gone to tournament and contender winning a good majority of them for the air division he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a honored wrestle tournament known world wide and he placed back in that tourney for his section. He mind wandered off, thinking about that night 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 gymnasium. Just then the professor for that socio-economic class 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 atomic number 10 varsity letter above the facility were the wrangle Salvatore Bros."This is the berth ?"Damien asked and Keegan nodded his headland. They both got out and brain towards the door. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the sound of a lecture being given. There was an quondam lady at the strawman desk, around 50 with grey fuzz crow's feet around the eyes, but a warming smile 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 break 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. ejaculate on LET go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the street corner towards the mat. There was a line of chairs along the wall where the two sat. In the core of the mat where two sometime gentleman who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore brothers and they were demonstrating a triangle choke crank. As the two watched on, Keegan leaned over to Damien and asked"What is he doing ?"Damien explained."For that move the attacked has his opponent in a triangle choke. But because he's resisting the submission, the assail lifts his hips and shimmy opposite to the away leg. Then, placing the top of his foot inside his opponent crotch, he sinks his hips down and sits up which doubles the pressure on the cervix and immediately forces the opponent to tap out or cause his neck broken."As on cue, one of the chum demonstrates the motion and as soon as it was locked in, the former brother tapped the mat."damn, that shit smell like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The Brother broke the rope sending everyone out to exercise the technique, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan."Hows it going boys ?"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 slight out of his element,"Yes sir, we both just started school down the road."Damon replied,"Yea we get a lot of the students who like to fare in from time to time. As you can see, we have a pretty divers grouping here."As Damien looked around he saw Black person, white, male, female, younger and older. It was a pretty diverse, a good preindication, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to get laid crap up. As he continued to look around, Sir Leslie Stephen exclaiming snapped him out of his observation."Hey wait a arcminute I know you. Ummm, Damien Jones right ?"“ Uh yea, how did you cognise that ?"Damien asked, puzzled."The Abu Dhabi last class, you were in the 180s. I followed your matches and I have to say I was thoroughly move. You are extremely gifted. pity you didn't take first."Stephen said."Wow, I didn't even think some one would remember from a tourney a twelvemonth ago."Damon spoke up,"No, I remember you now to, the last match, that was one of the best catch I've seen. I rooted for you the entire time."Damien was happy he was dark skinned, he hated the thought of people seeing him rosiness.

The brother turned their aid to Keegan, the elephant in the room."And what about you son ? Why so hush ?"Stephen asked."To be honest sir, this is the first-class honours degree meter seeing anything like this. I guess this is kind of what a fish out of H2O spirit like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the gentle giant,"come on son, lets sit down and let me recount you a minuscule about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his friend on the rachis and said,"Don't worry you'll be alright man."

As Damon and Keegan walked to the far end of the hot seat to sit down, Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to roll around a bit."A lot of the people in right now aren't too experienced but I don't believe in separating them from the more gain ground hombre, it helps them learn. So there a distich masses in here who should be able-bodied to keep up with you…for a little spell at least."Sir Leslie Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be Black person."I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably kick my ass."He said."Nonsense !"Stephen exclaimed,"Your sort of endowment doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to sustain you grapple one of my in effect, if not substantially. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the urge he felt to roll 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 occurrence, either way he wanted to end up on the mat tonight and the fact that he didn't bring his gear made it a piffling mad at himself. Stephen waved his hand,"Go see my wife up front, she'll set you up."

Damien turned and walked back towards the front line, to the receptionist desk and relayed Olaf's substance. The cleaning woman left for a second and returned with a Joseph Black long arm roseola safety device, a twain of shorts and a mouth piece."Here you go, the Men's changing room is just that way"she said pointing him in the compensate direction."Thank you ma'am"he replied walking towards the changing room.

He quickly changed over, his Adrenalin beginning to pump, his substance rate racing at the sentiment of getting on the mat. He laughed at himself, no topic how many times he grappled ; it always felt like the first time to him. He walked back out of the bathroom, the dusty roofing tile under his pes and leaving his wearing apparel on the bench next to the front comeback. He walked back out to the mat and over to Stephen and said,"I'm ready. Let's do this."Stephen laughed a deeply hearty joke,"I love the eagerness. Alright, I'll oblige. Donovan, where are you at ?"A womanly 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, brown middle, with blond fuzz that hair brown bar in, that was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. Cute little little nose, with these full-of-the-moon dipsomaniac lips. She was extremely busty, that a great deal was plain, as she was wearing a compaction shirt like his, but her thorax still protruded quite a bit. His eyes traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her hips were bombastic and turn, and she was in Sprawl fight shorts which hide the figure. She had to be packing an ass. And her ramification were thick, that led down to feet with cute pinko colored toenails with flowers on the big tow.

"You gon na fucking stare all dark or you going to get your ass kicked ?"this knock growled at him in menacing voice. Even though she had just threatened him, her voice made Damien stir in his shorts. She walked by him, bumping her berm into him gruelling as she did it, to the center of the mat. Stephen laughed again and said,"Good chance son ”. He followed her and noticed her ass. It was Brobdingnagian. Even in the flesh concealing shorts, which weren't doing their job, it stuck out and could see it jiggling as she walked. The survey alone made him hard, very hard. She stopped and turned around to look him, and the other grappling iron had stopped practicing and formed a Mexican valium around the two.

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

She grabbed it with her international script, and shooting her interior manus under his axilla, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the ceiling fly before his eyes 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 manus under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the pressure immediately pop to build in his arm and shoulder and knew he was in trouble.

His mind shut off and instincts kicked. Because she was so quick to try and terminate him, she had improved her position and taken the mount, so with his stage absolve, Damien took his outdoor leg and swung it around in front of her nerve and pushed down, freeing his arm of her ignition lock and pushing her away. She was quick to recover. He was on his butt when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in full guard. He put his deal on the back of her point and sucked it into his chest. She began to work on opening his legs up, but with her struggling he became very mindful that her massive white meat were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her boob moving around him, he slipped out of his fighter mentality and felt his tool fuss again,

She capitalized on his lack of vindication and posted one of his knee joint to the ground and stepped over into half guard, the shooting her former leg out and to his former side getting the mount. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his head and put chest of drawers press on him. Now her giant earth were right on in his aspect, suffocating him. Damien's judgment switching back and Forth River between arousal and fury. Furious that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this doll giant tits were crushing his face.

He reached his hand to pry one of hers off his head, but she countered, grabbing it with a last grip. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his look and leaned back into an armbar. He knew he was in problem again, the pain in his elbow joint made him acutely aware of that. But again, her hastiness made her overemotional and he shot his free had up to snaffle is forearm and used the extra infinite her legs left to get his head word discharge. He postured up, now within her guard, and began to try and get some ventilation room, because her potent legs were damn near crushing his ribs."Goddamn this bitch is strong"Damien thought to him. He saw her eyes quickly shoot to his outside leg, and in an second, 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 safeguard in, he heard her say"Fuck ”. He chuckled to him self, and she shot him obelisk. She attempted to tear him off, but he was entirely to stable. He noted again, he was chest to chest, he could finger her boob on his breast and he even felt her nipples, they were hard. He tried to asseverate nidus as her hips came of the background as she tried to roll over him, but put up his forearm to deflect her reversal transition and slid his leg over her trunk. Now he had the mount and the upper manus. She quickly reached up and sucked his point to her breast to keep him from capitalizing with a submission endeavour. Once again, he was face first in her magnificent mounds, and with her squirming to jerk him off, it was almost like he was motor boating her. And through all of this, even though she was profusely sudate, he found himself attracted to the odour. 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 stomach as he sat on top of her.

Disgusted with himself for disgracing his art by being dirty 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 fourth dimension posted his right leg outside her head and then sink it under. Grabbing her helping hand, he rolled over locking his back of his stifle on the top of his foot and sunk in a Triangulum choke coil. She started to bear up, but he picked her knee and she fell back down. Her face was turning smart red and her intimation was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his dick. Where her psyche was locked in between his peg, was directly on his prick. Got to end it now he thought to himself. Trying to ignore is stimulation returning, he squeeze tighter and her mouth small-arm 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 Sir Thomas More and sat up, completing the trash.

Her promontory was pushed forward, and he almost let out a modest gasp. Her face was now being crushed into his prick ; he knew she could sense his hardness. He felt so embarrass, he thought he was more pro than that, but grappling with knockout had made him arduous and now with her brass squished into his cock, he want to do to a greater extent to her, but he intellect was relieved of such mentation. He felt her hand slapping his second joint signaling her submission and he released her.

She took in a large gasp of air and spittle out her mouthpiece. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a surprising total of lastingness. Then he heard the clapping. He became aware of all the hoi polloi that were in the room, in the heat of his bout he had forgotten there were still people here. Sir Leslie Stephen walked to the inwardness of the roundabout they were in and slapped in on the cover."Goddamn son that was a good mate. You okay there Donovan ?"he said looking at the ground where she was still getting up."I'm mulct"she replied shooting what can only be described as the expression of all encompassing hate and have it away 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 crony and I can really make something truly great out of you."Stephen said after telling the class to take a 5 moment prisonbreak and pulling Damien off to the English."We're like a family here, and I think you'd really like it. And I believe the newer students can learn from you just as a great deal they do from some of the former cat as well as Damon and myself. Plus a talent like yours shouldn't go to the roadside with inactivity."Damien thought about it for a second, and replied,"I really like the flavor here too, I'd be honored if you'd let me train her."

"Excellent !"Stephen said clapping his hands together."Alana ! come here for a hour will you."The woman from the battlefront desk, who was Alana joined Damien and Stephen on the mat."Yes beloved ?"she asked."Damien is going to be joining us here so please subscribe him up social movement and get him his report and the train he needs on the house."Damien was quick to say,"That's not necessary sir ..."But Stephen waved his hands,"No worry son, its on us."He turned and walked back center mat and said,"Alright everybody, gather around, let do a dislocation of the match you just watched."Turning away from the group, Damien followed Alana back to the front of the facility.

She got him his registration papers and insurance papers which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a package containing two skin rash sentry go, one gabardine and one black, both long sleeved with words Salvatore Bros on the back. It also contained a duo of grapples shorts that had Salvatore Bros down the leg and on the ass."Gym dues are to be paid first on every calendar month and it'll be $ 100."She reached behind the rejoinder and handed him a towel and said,"There is a shower in the rachis of the changing way and easy lay as well, You should go cleanse up. cast around there has made you a hot peck ”.

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 tapes and giving me some setting on Jiu Jitsu, can you await up like another 45 minutes ?"he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that looking at in his eyes, 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 custom for him. He always took a nice hot exhibitioner after a match, and went over his every move. But this time was different. He couldn't catch thinking about, his opponent Donovan. How incredibly sexy she was, how she made his blood pump, how when his consistency was pressed up against hers. He looked down and realized how heavy he was. The female child he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big dick. It was about 9 column inch long, ample over norm but it was thick too. He'd have to say circuit Stephen Samuel Wise it was about 6 maybe 7 inch around.

And right now it was at full phase of the moon length, thinking about his aphrodisiacal opponent. He wanted to bust one off real quick, but that would be disrespectful. He'd wait until he got back home to hitch off to that aphrodisiacal bitch. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain in his arms from her Keylock and armbar and how his costa were still sore from that death bag she had on him when he was in here guard. In between those thick sinewy legs… his mind wandered off about being in between her legs and then caught himself. Laughing at himself, he turned the H2O to cold and immediately tensed up under the sudden temperature change. Soon, his tool went flaccid and he had had enough. He turned the water off and headed back to the footlocker where his clothes were.

He had just put on his boxers and pants when he felt someone behind him. He hadn't even heard the doorway to the locker elbow room open. He turned around and took a fist to the font. The punch caught him by surprise and his cover hit the row of lockers. He opened his eyes again to face his attacker, ready to strike hard there fucking chief off when his jaw dropped again.

In front man of him stood Donovan. Still sexy as all perdition. His eyes almost began to cheat again, but they were stopped by another fist to the facial expression. His head reeling, hoot this chick can punch he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted,"What the shag is your problem ?"“ No, what the fuck is yours"was her retort."You come in here thinking your hot shit, basically eye colza me, and then your felt me up the integral time we were grappling !"Damien mind was racing."Are you insane, you were beating me down the total time and I.."she interrupted him,"Oh so that wasn't your cock 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 aspect ? Right ? Right ?"Damien was flabbergasted. He fucked up and he knew it. He was going to rationalize when he script came shooting to his throat and started to choke him. Okay, 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 gear up to take her off of him.

But then she got closer, her head right next to his ear, and her body pressed up against his. Her titty mashed against he chest and she whispered in his ear with a burly vocalisation that instantly made his dick hard,"If you wanted to palpate me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could negociate was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the cheek. Then full moon on the backtalk. From the start she was forceful. Her hand moved from his throat to the back of his pass, pulling him into her lips. Her full-of-the-moon, lustful pouty lips. Damien's intellect was moving at a statute mile a minute. He tried to slacken down, to fully compass the situation, and then…tongue. He felt her backtalk share his mouth and she slipped her interior. She flicked his lingua with hers, and Damien lost himself. What the screwing is happening ? She broke the candy kiss, playful biting his lip as she did it. And then looked at him with her big brown eyes and said,"So are you going to fuck me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit slow, apparently to decelerate for her liking. She rolled her optic and said,"I guess I have to make the conclusion for you."She dropped to her stifle, and with lightning speed is belt was off and on the story, soon followed by his jeans. Her bridge player rubbed up and down his crotch as she cooed,"What have we here ?"And with that she yanked drown his pugilist and got popped in the cheek by his dick springing Forth River. She laughed,"So that must be why your brain suddenly right now, all your rip is down here."Damien looked down and just could not believe it. Here was this cliff dead gorgeous girl, who he thought was going to try and buck him apart, now with his hawkshaw in her hand."Mhmm, you definitely are a big one aren't you ?"she said kissing the headland of his very operose dick. She then lifted it up and licked the irradiation from Lucille Ball to tip and then it in her back talk.

Damien let out a gasp of air as his dick was engulfed her warm and wet mouth. His eubstance was on fire. She started slowly, her head slowly moving down his shaft and back up again. Every bit she moved caused Damien to get a little more lost in delight. She began to rush along up, her top dog bobbing up and down on his cock. She continued on and on until she got about halfway down his hawkshaw. She tried to get farther but started to gag and came up for air. She tried again, her head moving back and Forth River on his cock, but couldn't get past that halfway chump. It was taking all of Damien willpower not to blow up right there in her sassing. Who wouldn't ? This busty dish was on her knees, fucking him with her mouthpiece and he was loving it. He laughed as she to go on to struggle with getting more of his shaft in her mouth."What's the thing you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her headland 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 Thomas More intensity this meter, his Pole hitting the back of her throat. Then she started to swirl her clapper around his cock while she was sucking it. Damien felt a small sapless in the knee."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking serious at that."He said in a soft spokesperson, this blonde hellcat was trying to fellate the meat on his pearl."Fuuuuuuuck, red cent that it…..whoooo…..shit girl.

He felt his toes wanting to curl, the euphoric intuitive 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 finish much farsighted if she kept up this treatment. The feel of her hands and that fucking mouth slobbing on his tool was almost to much. And something in him, took over. That primal impulse to jazz the animation shit out of a fair sex. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big embrown centre 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 candy kiss ; there was no Latinian language, just lust 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 former with there tongues, he squeezed he ass and gave it a big H. He felt her shuddered and groan into his mouth. He did it again but toilsome. She moaned louder and pressed harder into his consistence. Her massive boob were crushed up against his chest and she ground he crotch against his exposed rooster. 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 breasts, he grabbed two smattering and began to play with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so salutary"she moaned in a beefy voice 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 flat coat it against his raging hard on and said,"You should fix that."Off her shorts came, revealing one of the roundest, fattest shag that Damien had ever seen. He knelt down, smacking it. The result audio 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 good peak and grabbing his peter, placed it at the entrance of her fuck box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her hips, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes. fucking the retard shit. screwing me hard."And so Damien slid his full length inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to screw her. He quickly got up to full moon hurrying, ramming his pecker into her sloshed trap. He was in endorphin overload. She was so wet, and so fucking tight."Just like that, just like that, don't stop"she moaned in that husky phonation 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 giant ass bouncing off his gumshoe and them him pulling her dorsum into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her horde oceanic abyss into her and her capitulum came back as she cried,"shit, oh my god, do it again."He kept fucking her ands smacking her ass, he could sense how wet she was, the sound of his dick plunging in and out of her pussy gave it away to. His ball tightening he knew he couldn't stopping point much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his thrusting, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and audio of her screams and moans of delight urged him on until she screamed"Don't break off aaahhhh don't occlusion aaahhh oh my god Im gon na fall gon na come gon na come."

Without hesitating, he pulled out and turned her around. He grabbed he by the ass impudence and slammed her into the footlocker behind them. Parting her legs, he thrust forward, impaling her with his turncock to the hilt."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !"she moaned and bit down into his neck. He felt ancestry filter down his chest but he didn't care. He pounded her, banging her into the 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 pussy clamp down onto his shaft and started convulsing. Her torso shook as she was racked with a powerful orgasm and her middle rolled into the back of her head.

"Don't layover don't stop don't don't closure"she whispers as her hip ground into his, and with the last of his resistance dwindling, he began thrusting into to her with every affair he had left."Oh roll in the hay, get laid jazz fuck, shit oh my serious Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her slit clamped down even tighter, and her nails dug into his spinal column. That bit of annoyance was the end of Damien. With one final 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 zippo left to apply. He slowly back out of her and his pecker came out with a small pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an embarrassed look."I cant feel my legs."

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

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a silver 530i with a sheik sitting on the hood."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my brother Tim."she said anticipating the question. That's a relief that would have been nutcase as fuck. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the institution."Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook manus and Damien thought it was uncanny that Tim had to goofiest smile on his nerve. What does he know Damien thought to himself. As this extremely attractive female, who he had just had sex in a locker room with take the air around to the passenger side of meat of the car, as in a tranquillize vocalization so her brother couldn't her, as he got into the driver side."So I'm going to start breeding 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 men and played with the screen a bit and handed it back to him."What we are going to do is I'm going home and you can hollo me."She said with a devilish grinning as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his earpiece back into his scoop as he walked back to his car, just as Keegan walked out of the gym."Man this berth is incredible. The blood brother are real down to earth and easy to spill the beans to, and jui jitsu seems really fun. I signed up, did you ?"he asked excitedly. Damien chuckled to himself and still not over how lots 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 beat back away.

Later that night as Damien was laying in bed trying to settle asleep, the events of the day kept replaying in his oral sex. At schooltime, at the gym, on the mat, in the storage locker room with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually girl name. He grabbed his phone off his bedside dresser and pulled up his contact list and searched Donovan. 1 match. He put down his phone and drifted off to sleep, his pipe dream of Ashley Donovan .