*******So a span of class back, I had a lecture with the pilot author of the MSA series. I like his story so very much and I wanted to use some of his type in my own series. He gave me his blessing, and this is the first of the series. If you all like it, let me hump and I 'll continue with it. If not, I 'll cease and desist. So this story is a bit short and sluggish to start out and the sex is quick, but its the opener. Following stories will be longer and have more than sex. On another bank bill, I 'm going to start crowd together surf for my story melodic theme. So if you got an idea for a story, or a story you 've always wanted to see written, PM me and I 'll occupy a crack at it. And as always crit is always receive. I aim to please my beau XNXXers. Fair Winds 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 John Brown skin timber, with he knew all that metre spent in the gym over the summertime had been worth it. He had a well defined body. The hour he spent lifting as well as doing muay Siamese and jui jitsu at his gym, Wolfpak, had paid off. Now as he began his first class at college in New Hampshire, away from all his protagonist and syndicate back home in Long Beach, he was ready to start up reinvigorated, to commence his new sprightliness. He finished shaving, and returned back to his room to get dressed. He put on a duad of illume blue jeans and a red release up shirt.

Rolling up the sleeve to his cubital joint and putting on a pair of blank Nikes, he couldn't wait for the first day of classes to begin. orientation had shown him that this school would be something worth remembering, he just knew it. The daughter were extremely attractive, and he had met a couple of dudes that seemed pretty cool too. He walked into the kitchen of his apartment, grabbed an apple and headed downstairs to his superbia and joy, his 95 Z28.

well-nigh multitude didn't understand why he loved his car so much ; it was old, no doubt. But the Hellenic automobile that everyone loved today were, at one point in time, at an ungainly fourth dimension stage where they were 17 old age old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 old age old, they suddenly became collector's composition. He was just making for sure he had it from the get go. And it wasn't like it was a corrode bucketful. He had ported and polished the heads, dropped a performance camshaft in, put in a cold air intake, ceramic header back exhausts, a gamey stall torque convertor, a supercharger, and cheat glossy tyre. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the rear wheels. Not to advert the temporary removal was completely redone, the Interior was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of bootleg and purple with the paint job being a tough matt Black person. He did enjoy his car, working on it for 5 years and paying for it by working at this marrow packing factory back home.

He got in the car, put the key in the lighting and turned the car over. It roared to living as a gaggle of miss walked across the street. Damien could see in the rear prospect mirror them jump at the phone of the animate being and how they looked at on in awe and exhilaration. He put on his sunglasses, and said to himself,"Yea, this is going to be a good year."
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Damien started on as the professor at the head of the category was going on about the syllabus for the year. trig was his first class of the day, and he knew he was fucked. math had never been his hard suit and he had barely passed trig in high gear school. As he listened to the erstwhile man bourdon on about how the class would be conducted, Damien let his oculus wander around the lecturing hall. There were a lot of really good looking girls in this course of instruction, he thought to himself. He already knew that this topic was going to be an uphill struggle in the rain, but he might he a couple of hook-ups out of it.

The prof dismissed the class and he stood up and walked toward the exit. As he was just out the door, a voice behind him called out,"Hey Damien !"He turned around to see Max, a guy he had met during preference 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 duo of really hot chicks. There's a party Friday at one of their ally houses out in pupil living accommodations, you down ?"“ Fucking A right, I'm biz"Damien said."What do you feature next ?"To which Max replied,"English people 101."Damien glad he had a division 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 young lady over by some outing board, a couple playing Frisbee with some guys under the trees, they were everywhere.

"So many choices, so little difference."Max said as they watched they delectable female."My end this year is to jazz as many of them as I possible can without getting herpes."“ fountainhead, there certainly isn't a famine, so commodity hazard with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their lecture hall and got seating room in the backbone of the room. As masses started to mob, Max and Damien spotted three more hombre they met at predilection who came up to sit with them. Jake, a lanky white boy with blond fuzz, naughty eye 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 fellow, even taller than Damien by a twosome of inches, and massively built but gave off that vibe that he wouldn't impairment 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 stress and slicked back hair to go with it. The five of them caught up on the lastly couple of mean solar day while citizenry continued to pour into the room.

Then Keegan asked Damien,"Hey did you see that warriorlike art billet right off campus ?"Damien ears perking up replied,"No, I didn't know there was any place like that around here."“ Yea, they teach jay jetsu or something like that."Haha, you mean Jiu Jitsu ? shit, definitely didn't know about that."Damien replied."Well, I'm going to mark it out around 6 tonight. You want to come ? You've done that kind of hooey before rightfulness ?"Keegan asked."Yea, I know a short, I'll come with you."

Damien was however, being quite humble. Back home he had been doing muay thai and jui jitsu for about 4 eld. His stand up was good, but it was on the primer coat where he shined. He had gone to tourney and contest winning a good majority of them for the division he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a prestigious grappling tourney known world wide and he placed second in that tourney for his division. 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 good instructor and not be one of those dime a XII gymnasium. Just then the prof for that course of study walked in and began his debut. 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 Ne letters above the facility were the words Salvatore Bros."This is the situation ?"Damien asked and Keegan nodded his head. They both got out and head teacher towards the door. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the sound of a talking to being given. There was an senior gentlewoman at the nominal head desk, around 50 with gray hair bragging's animal foot around the eyes, but a warming smile on her face."Hello, can I facilitate you ?"she asked. Damien said to her,"Hi, me and my ally here are new to the orbit so we thought we'd check your gym out."“ Oh well its not my gym, it belong to my husband and his crony. 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 much ma'am. Come on lets go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the turning point towards the mat. There was a line of chairman along the bulwark where the two sat. In the center of the mat where two elder man who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore pal and they were demonstrating a triangle choke coil 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 set on lifts his rosehip and fault opposite to the outside leg. Then, placing the top of his fundament inside his opposite private parts, he sinks his hips down and sits up which doubles the pressure on the neck and immediately forces the opponent to tap out or deliver his neck opening broken."As on cue, one of the pal demonstrates the move and as soon as it was locked in, the other chum tapped the mat."Damn, that shit looks like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The crony broke the circle sending everyone out to practice the technique, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan."Hows it going boys ?"one of the brothers said to them."My public figure is Sir Leslie Stephen Salvatore and this is my brother Damon. You guys new around here ?"Keegan spoke up, feeling a little out of his constituent,"Yes sir, we both just started school down the road."Damon replied,"Yea we get a lot of the bookman who like to follow in from time to time. As you can see, we have a pretty diverse chemical group here."As Damien looked around he saw fatal, white, male, female person, younger and former. It was a pretty diverse, a commodity sign, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to make out shit up.

As he continued to look around, Stephen ecphonesis 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 cobbler's last year, you were in the 180s. I followed your matches and I have to say I was thoroughly impressed. You are extremely gifted. Shame you didn't take first."Stephen said."Wow, I didn't even think some one would call up from a tournament a year ago."Damon spoke up,"No, I remember you now to, the hold out mate, that was one of the best mate I've seen. I rooted for you the entire time."Damien was sword lily he was glowering skinned, he hated the sentiment of masses seeing him bloom.

The pal turned their attention to Keegan, the elephant in the room."And what about you son ? Why so quieten ?"Sir Leslie Stephen asked."To be honest sir, this is the outset time seeing anything like this. I guess this is kind of what a fish out of piddle smell like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the placate giant,"Come on son, lets sit down and let me tell you a small about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his friend on the rear and said,"Don't worry you'll be alright man."

As Damon and Keegan walked to the far end of the chairman to sit down, Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to roll around a bit."A lot of the people in right hand now aren't too experienced but I don't believe in separating them from the more upgrade bozo, it helps them learn. So there a dyad people in here who should be capable to go along up with you…for a piddling while at least."Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be nigrify."I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably kick my ass."He said."folderal !"Stephen exclaimed,"Your kind of talent doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to hold you grappling hook one of my honest, if not best. 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 occurrent, either way he wanted to end up on the mat tonight and the fact that he didn't bring his gear made it a little mad at himself. Sir Leslie Stephen waved his 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 message. The woman left for a minute and returned with a blackamoor long arm rash guard, a twain of short circuit and a mouth piece."Here you go, the Men's changing room is just that way"she said pointing him in the mighty direction."Thank you ma'am"he replied walking towards the changing room.

He quickly changed over, his Adrenalin beginning to pump, his bosom rate racing at the thought of getting on the mat. He laughed at himself, no matter how many times he grappled ; it always felt like the first time to him. He walked back out of the bathroom, the cold tile under his human foot and leaving his clothes on the bench next to the front counter. He walked back out to the mat and over to Stephen and said,"I'm ready. Let's do this."Sir Leslie Stephen laughed a deep hearty laugh,"I love the eagerness. Alright, I'll oblige. Donovan, where are you at ?"A womanly representative behind him said,"Over here."Damien turned around and his jaw dropped.

What a spate to behold. Tall, as she was almost eye stratum with him, brown eyes, with blond haircloth that hair brownness streaks in, that was tied back in a ponytail to go along it out of her center. Cute diminished little nose, with these wax lushes lips. She was extremely busty, that much was manifest, as she was wearing a compression shirt like his, but her thorax still protruded quite a bit. His heart traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her rose hip were large and troll, and she was in Sprawl scrap boxers which hide the figure of speech. She had to be packing an ass. And her legs were thick, that led down to foundation with cunning pinko colored toenails with flowers on the big tow.

"You gon na fucking stare all Night or you going to get your ass kicked ?"this knock growled at him in menacing voice. Even though she had just threatened him, her voice made Damien stir in his shorts. She walked by him, bumping her shoulder into him intemperately as she did it, to the shopping center of the mat. Stephen laughed again and said,"goodness luck son ”. He followed her and noticed her ass. It was huge. Even in the figure concealing boxers, which weren't doing their job, it stuck out and could see it jiggling as she walked. The sight alone made him concentrated, very hard. She stopped and turned around to face him, and the former grapplers had stopped practicing and formed a circle around the two.

"You two quick ?"Sir Leslie Stephen said outside the circle of students. The girl looked at him and nodded her headway and Damien said"Ready ”. Then Stephen sized the two of them up and said"Begin."Damien tried to get his mind together. This beauty in nominal head of him, even though she had a facial expression in her had that made her seem like she wanted to tear his head word off, was making him very distracted. He extended his hand, customary between two antagonist as to care each other a good match.

She grabbed it with her out-of-door hand, and shooting her inside hand under his axilla, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the ceiling fly before his centre and landed hard on his back, the winding knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could react, she threaded her free hand under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the air pressure immediately jump to establish in his arm and shoulder and knew he was in difficulty. His mind shut off and instinct kicked. Because she was so quick to try and land up him, she had improved her position and taken the mount, so with his legs free, Damien took his exterior leg and swung it around in front of her nerve and pushed down, freeing his arm of her ringlet and pushing her away. She was quickly to reclaim. He was on his hind end when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in full guard. He put his mitt on the back of her read/write head and sucked it into his dresser. She began to work on opening his legs up, but with her struggling he became very aware that her monolithic breasts were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her breasts moving around him, he slipped out of his fighter aircraft mindset and felt his tool stir again,

She capitalized on his lack of defense lawyers and posted one of his knee joint to the priming and stepped over into half guard, the shooting her other leg out and to his other side getting the mount. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his head and put chest pressure on him. Now her giant orb were right in his human face, suffocating him. Damien's mind switching back and Forth River between arousal and fury. Furious that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this chick heavyweight tits were crushing his face.

He reached his hand to pry one of hers off his head, but she countered, grabbing it with a expiry grip. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his human face and leaned back into an armbar. He knew he was in trouble again, the pain in his articulatio cubiti made him acutely aware of that. But again, her haste made her sloppy and he shot his release had up to snap up is forearm and used the superfluous distance her branch left to get his head free. He postured up, now within her safety, and began to try and get some breathing room, because her powerful legs were damn near crushing his costa."Goddamn this gripe is strong"Damien thought to him. He saw her oculus quickly shoot to his external leg, and in an twinkling, knew she was going to assay to brush him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped sentry go quickly, landing in side control.

Even with her backtalk safety in, he heard her say"Fuck ”. He chuckled to him self, and she shot him sticker. She attempted to charge him off, but he was entirely to stable. He noted again, he was bureau to chest, he could find her breast on his dresser and he even felt her nipples, they were hard. He tried to wield focus as her coxa came of the solid ground as she tried to roll over him, but put up his forearm to block her volte-face changeover and slid his leg over her dead body. Now he had the mount and the upper script. She quickly reached up and sucked his head to her chest to prevent him from capitalizing with a submission attempt. Once again, he was face first in her splendid 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 perspire, he found himself attracted to the perfume. In his ear he heard her say,"deviate"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 time posted his right leg outside her drumhead and then sunk it under. Grabbing her hand, he rolled over locking his back of his knee on the top of his pes and sunk in a triangle choke. She started to suffer up, but he picked her stifle and she fell back down. Her face was turning brightly red and her breath was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his dick. Where her head was locked in between his peg, was directly on his dick. Got to end it now he thought to himself. Trying to ignore is rousing 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 genital organ. As his foot made contact, he mind raced. No, it couldn't be, its got ta be sweat. No… is she…is she wet ? Is she actually getting aroused at this ? He let his thinking wander no to a greater extent and sat up, completing the crank.

Her brain was pushed forward, and he almost let out a small pant. Her human face was now being crushed into his tool ; he knew she could feel his hardness. He felt so obstruct, he thought he was more professional person than that, but grappling with peach had made him toilsome and now with her face squished into his putz, he want to do more to her, but he brain was relieved of such thoughts. He felt her hand slapping his thigh signaling her meekness 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 storm sum of strength. Then he heard the clapping. He became aware of all the people that were in the way, in the heat of his binge he had forgotten there were still citizenry here. Stephen walked to the center of the circle they were in and slapped in on the backrest."Goddamn son that was a good match. You okay there Donovan ?"he said looking at the ground where she was still getting up."I'm fine"she replied shooting what can only be described as the look of all encompassing hate and fuck offery at Damien. With that she stormed out of the circle and over to the Women's changing room.

"I really thought you had lost it there for a minute when she had you in the Keylock, and then the armbar, but I know now you where just toying with her. You're still just a good as I remember kid. If you start training here, I think my brother and I can really realize something truly great out of you."Stephen said after telling the class to deal a 5 minute break and pulling Damien off to the side."We're like a family here, and I think you'd really like it. And I believe the unexampled students can discover from you just as a good deal they do from some of the early hombre 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 gear, and replied,"I really like the feel here too, I'd be honored if you'd let me train her."“ Excellent !"Stephen said clapping his hands together."Alana ! seed here for a minute will you."The woman from the front 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 take him up front and get him his papers and the cogwheel he needs on the house."Damien was agile to say,"That's not necessity sir ..."But Sir Leslie Stephen waved his hands,"No worries son, its on us."He turned and walked back center mat and said,"Alright everybody, gathering around, lets do a partitioning of the mates you just watched."Turning away from the chemical group, Damien followed Alana back to the front of the facility.

She got him his registration newspaper publisher and insurance policy written document which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a software package containing two rash safeguard, one white and one pitch-dark, both prospicient sleeved with words Salvatore Bros on the rachis. It also contained a pair of grapples drawers 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 exhibitioner in the cover of the changing way and soap as well, You should go clean up. pealing around there has made you a hot mess ”. He had even noticed, but he was still covered in sweat and stank pretty fearful. Just then Keegan rounded the niche."Hey Damien, Damon is showing me some old taping and giving me some backcloth on Jiu Jitsu, can you await up like another 45 bit ?"he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that looking at in his eyes, the one about usually get when they are introduced to something that they like."certainly man, no job 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 weewee. It was custom for him. He always took a squeamish hot shower bath after a match, and went over his every motion. But this time was different. He couldn't closure thinking about, his opponent Donovan. How incredibly sexy she was, how she made his blood pump, how when his body was pressed up against hers. He looked down and recognise how hard he was. The girls he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big cock. It was about 9 inches long, sizable over ordinary but it was thick too. He'd have to say circumference Wise it was about 6 maybe 7 in around.

And right now it was at full duration, thinking about his sexy opponent. He wanted to bust one off actual quick, but that would be aweless. He'd wait until he got back home to jerk off to that aphrodisiacal bitch. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain in his weapons system from her Keylock and armbar and how his ribs were still sore from that death grip she had on him when he was in here guard. In between those thick mighty legs… his judgment wandered off about being in between her legs and then caught himself. Laughing at himself, he turned the water to cold and immediately tensed up under the sudden temperature variety. Soon, his prick went flaccid and he had had enough. He turned the water off and headed back to the lockers where his clothes were.

He had just put on his boxer and trouser when he felt someone behind him. He hadn't even heard the door to the storage locker room subject. He turned around and took a fist to the face. The punch caught him by surprisal and his rachis hit the row of cabinet. He opened his eyes again to face his aggressor, make to knock there fucking head off when his jaw dropped again.

In forepart of him stood Donovan. Still sexy as all hell. His optic almost began to wander again, but they were stopped by another fist to the face. His head reeling, hoot this chick can punch he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted,"What the fuck is your problem ?"“ No, what the fuck is yours"was her comeback."You come in here thinking your hot diddly-shit, basically eye rape me, and then your felt me up the entire time we were grappling !"Damien head was racing."Are you insane, you were beating me down the entire clock time and I.."she interrupted him,"Oh so that wasn't your dick that was impaling me in my breadbasket, just a cast 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 rationalise when he hand came shooting to his throat and started to give-up the ghost him. Okay, enough is sufficiency. It was like I was trying to actively fumble her, it just happened. But this is going to far he thought getting cook 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 breast mashed against he dresser and she whispered in his ear with a husky voice that instantly made his pecker hard,"If you wanted to feel me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could grapple was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the impudence. Then good on the mouth. From the start she was forceful. Her handwriting moved from his throat to the back of his head, pulling him into her lips. Her replete, lusty pouty lips. Damien's mind was moving at a geographical mile a minute. He tried to slow down, to fully grasp the situation, and then…tongue. He felt her lips voice his backtalk and she slipped her inside. She flicked his tongue with hers, and Damien lost himself. What the shtup is happening ? She broke the buss, playful biting his lip as she did it. And then looked at him with her big brown oculus and said,"So are you going to fuck me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit slow, apparently to slow for her liking. She rolled her heart and said,"I guess I have to make the decision for you."She dropped to her genu, and with lightning speed is belt was off and on the trading floor, soon followed by his jeans. Her hands rubbed up and down his crotch as she cooed,"What have we here ?"And with that she yanked drown his boxer and got popped in the typeface by his dick springing Forth River. She laughed,"So that must be why your brain dead right now, all your stemma is down here."Damien looked down and just could not believe it. Here was this drop dead gorgeous girl, who he thought was going to try and tear him apart, now with his shaft in her paw."Mhmm, you definitely are a big one aren't you ?"she said kissing the head of his very hard dick. She then lifted it up and licked the barb from lump to tip and then it in her sassing.

Damien let out a gasp of air as his shaft was engulfed her warm and wet backtalk. His body 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 pleasure. She began to rush along 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 promontory moving back and Forth on his pecker, but couldn't get past that halfway mark. It was taking all of Damien will power not to irrupt right there in her mouth. Who wouldn't ? This busty dish was on her knee joint, fucking him with her mouth and he was loving it. He laughed as she to continue to struggle with getting more of his dick in her oral fissure."What's the topic you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her head movements and looked at him. She had those insanely eyes again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with More intensity this clock time, his pole hitting the back of her pharynx. Then she started to swirl her knife around his dick while she was sucking it. Damien felt a slight weak in the genu."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking good at that."He said in a soft voice, this blonde vixen was trying to breastfeed the meat on his bones."Fuuuuuuuck, damn that it…..whoooo…..shit miss.

He felt his toes wanting to loop, the euphoric feeling in his dick…he wanted to come so badly. She started stroking his dick too, the combining was killing him, he wasn't going to finally much farsighted if she kept up this treatment. The look of her hands and that fucking rima oris slobbing on his dick was almost to much. And something in him, took over. That primal impulse to fuck the keep shit out of a adult female. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big embrown 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 romanticism, just lecherousness pure lust. His hands traveled down to her waist and then to her ass. It was so vauntingly that he could grab all of it. But he tried. As the two each other with there tongues, he squeezed he ass and gave it a smack. He felt her shuddered and moan into his mouth. He did it again but harder. She moaned louder and pressed harder into his body. Her massive pap were crushed up against his chest and she ground he crotch against his exposed cock. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her brim from his and said,"mother fucker, I'm so fucking wet."He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His hands going to her knocker, he grabbed two handfuls and began to play with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so good"she moaned in a husky interpreter that sent Damien over the edge.

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

Damien stood to his entire acme and grabbing his pecker, placed it at the entrance of her roll in the hay box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her hips, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, have intercourse yes. Fuck the slow bullshit. piece of tail me hard."And so Damien slid his wide-cut length inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to fuck her. He quickly got up to full pep pill, ramming his dick into her tight trap. He was in endorphin overload. She was so wet, and so fucking tight."Just like that, just like that, don't stop consonant"she moaned in that buirdly vox 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 whale 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 teacher came back as she cried,"Shit, oh my god, do it again."He kept fucking her ands smacking her ass, he could finger how wet she was, the sound of his dick plunging in and out of her pussy gave it away to. His formal tightening he knew he couldn't last much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his thrust, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and sounds of her thigh-slapper and moan of pleasure urged him on until she screamed"Don't barricade aaahhhh don't catch aaahhh oh my god Im gon na come gon na descend gon na come."

Without hesitating, he pulled out and turned her around. He grabbed he by the ass cheek and slammed her into the lockers behind them. Parting her peg, he thrust forward, impaling her with his dick to the hilt."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !"she moaned and bit down into his neck. He felt blood trickle down his chest but he didn't tending. 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 cunt clamp down onto his dick and started convulsing. Her body shook as she was racked with a powerful coming and her eyes rolled into the cover of her head.

"Don't period don't point don't don't stop"she whispers as her hip priming into his, and with the death of his resistor dwindling, he began thrusting into to her with every affair he had left."Oh ass, fuck fuck piece of tail, bullshit oh my good Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her pussy clamped down even close, and her apprehend dug into his back. That bit of painfulness was the end of Damien. With one final jabbing, he buried himself into her and an climax like he had never had before hit him like a ton of bricks."Goddamn, yessssss, take aim 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 open. He slowly back out of her and his dick came out with a low pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an embarrassed look."I cant finger my legs."

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

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a silver grey 530i with a beau sitting on the cowling."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my brother Tim."she said anticipating the interrogative. That's a ministration that would have been half-baked as fuck. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the introductions."Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook hand and Damien thought it was Wyrd that Tim had to goofiest grinning on his face. What does he have a go at it Damien thought to himself. As this extremely attractive female, who he had just had sex in a footlocker room with walk around to the passenger English of the car, as in a placidity voice so her brother couldn't her, as he got into the device driver side.

"So I'm going to start training here, so what do we do now ?"“ Got a earpiece ?"she asked, and he pulled his out of his sac. She snatched it out of his hired man 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 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 headphone back into his pocket as he walked back to his car, just as Keegan walked out of the gym."Man this station is unbelievable. The brothers are substantial 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 a great deal a big kid this behemoth was."Yea, I signed up to. You can tantalise with me when we need to train."And with that they both got in the car and repulse away.

Later that night as Damien was laying in bed trying to strike asleep, the effect of the day kept replaying in his capitulum. At school, at the gym, on the mat, in the footlocker way with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually girl epithet. He grabbed his phone off his bedside vanity and pulled up his tangency list and searched Donovan. 1 mate. He put down his speech sound and drifted off to slumber, his dreams of Ashley Donovan .