*******So a couple of years back, I had a talking with the master copy author of the MSA series. I like his story so much and I wanted to use some of his character reference in my own series. He gave me his blessing, and this is the first of the serial. If you all like it, let me know and I 'll continue with it. If not, I 'll lay off and desist. So this story is a bit short and tiresome to start out and the sex is ready, but its the opener. Following level will be longer and have Sir Thomas More sex. On another preeminence, I 'm going to start crowd breaker for my write up estimation. So if you got an mind for a story, or a story 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 fellow XNXXers. bazaar malarkey and Following Seas*******

When Damien Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 Syrian pound and a smooth embrown cutis tone, with he knew all that time spent in the gym over the summer had been deserving it. He had a well defined body. The hours 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 year at college in New Hampshire, away from all his acquaintance and family back dwelling in Long Beach, he was ready to bulge out fresh, to begin his new life. He finished grazing, and returned back to his room to get dressed. He put on a couplet of unclouded racy denim and a red button up shirt.

Rolling up the sleeve to his elbows and putting on a duet of white Nikes, he couldn't wait for the first day of year to lead off. predilection had shown him that this school would be something worth remembering, he just knew it. The girls were extremely attractive, and he had met a couple of fellow that seemed pretty poise too. He walked into the kitchen of his apartment, grabbed an Malus pumila and headed downstairs to his superbia and joy, his 95 Z28.

Most people didn't understand why he loved his car so much ; it was old, no uncertainty. But the Greco-Roman cars that everyone loved today were, at one point in time, at an awkward sentence stage where they were 17 years old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 long time old, they suddenly became collector's pieces. He was just making sure he had it from the get go. And it wasn't like it was a rust pail. He had ported and polished the headspring, dropped a performance camshaft in, put in a cold air intake, ceramic header back exhausts, a richly stall torsion convertor, a supercharger, and deceiver slipperiness tyre. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the butt wheels. Not to note the suspension was completely redone, the inside was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of lightlessness and empurple with the blusher job being a street fighter mat black. He did get laid his car, working on it for 5 twelvemonth and paying for it by working at this pith packing factory back home.

He got in the car, put the key in the ignition and turned the car over. It roared to life as a gaggle of girls walked across the street. Damien could see in the rear view mirror them jump at the sound of the savage and how they looked at on in awe and hullabaloo. He put on his sunglass, 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 school principal of the class was going on about the syllabus for the yr. Trigonometry was his first course of the day, and he knew he was fucked. mathematics had never been his strong courting and he had barely passed trig in high school. As he listened to the older man drone on about how the course of study would be conducted, Damien let his oculus wander around the lecture foyer. There were a lot of really estimable looking girlfriend in this class, he thought to himself. He already knew that this subject was going to be an uphill battle in the rainwater, but he might he a twosome of hook-ups out of it.

The professor dismissed the grade and he stood up and walked toward the exit. As he was just out the door, a spokesperson behind him called out,"Hey Damien !"He turned around to see Max, a guy he had met during orientation walking up to him."What's up bro"Damien replied"I didn't see you in there ”."Yea, I was up in the back talking with a couple of really hot chicks. There's a company Friday at one of their friends houses out in Student Housing, you down ?"“ Fucking A right, I'm biz"Damien said."What do you have next ?"To which Max replied,"side 101."Damien gladiolus he had a class with somebody he knew said,"Sweet, I've got that one too ”. As the brace 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 female child over by some picnic tables, a couple playing Frisbee with some guys under the trees, they were everywhere.

"So many selection, so small difference."Max said as they watched they delectable females."My goal this year is to bang as many of them as I possible can without getting herpes."“ Well, there certainly isn't a shortage, so honest luck with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their lecture Charles Martin Hall and got seats in the backrest of the room. As mass started to pile, Max and Damien spotted three more guys they met at orientation who came up to sit with them. Jake, a lanky Stanford White boy with light-haired hair, blue middle was one of those guys who should have grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha voice. Keegan, was a large Russian mate, even improbable than Damien by a couple of inch, and massively built but gave off that vibration that he wouldn't impairment a fly until you fucked with him…then he'd tear your question off. And then there was Ricardo. He was a shorter guy, full on Spaniard and even had the accent and slicked back hair to go with it. The five of them caught up on the close pair of days while hoi polloi continued to pour into the room.

Then Keegan asked Damien,"Hey did you see that soldierly artistry home right off campus ?"Damien pinna perking up replied,"No, I didn't know there was any place like that around here."“ Yea, they teach jay jetsu or something like that."Haha, you mean Jiu Jitsu ? darn, definitely didn't know about that."Damien replied."well, I'm going to insure it out around 6 tonight. You want to follow ? You've done that kind of hooey before right ?"Keegan asked."Yea, I know a piffling, I'll come with you."

Damien was however, being quite lowly. Back home base he had been doing muay Thai and jui jitsu for about 4 years. His stand up was thoroughly, but it was on the ground where he shined. He had gone to tournaments and competitions winning a estimable majority of them for the division he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a prestigious grappling tournament known world wide and he placed mo 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 skilful instructors and not be one of those dime a dozen gym. Just then the professor for that social 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 missive above the adroitness were the run-in Salvatore Bros."This is the place ?"Damien asked and Keegan nodded his school principal. They both got out and head towards the door. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the phone of a lecture being given. There was an older ma'am at the front desk, around 50 with grey hair crow's feet around the eye, but a warming smile on her fount."hi, can I help you ?"she asked. Damien said to her,"Hi, me and my protagonist here are new to the area so we thought we'd check your gym out."“ Oh well its not my gym, it belong to my husband and his brother. They're giving a object lesson right now, there are chairperson on the mat, and you can go sit in and watch."“ Thank you very lots ma'am. cum on lets go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the recession towards the mat. There was a line of chairs along the bulwark where the two sat. In the center of attention of the mat where two sr. gentlemen 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 opposer in a trigon choke. But because he's resisting the submission, the attacked lifts his hip and shifts opposite to the external leg. Then, placing the top of his metrical foot inside his opponents crotch, he sinks his articulatio coxae down and sits up which doubles the pressure on the neck and immediately forces the opponent to tap out or accept his neck broken."As on cue, one of the comrade demonstrates the move and as soon as it was locked in, the former brother tapped the mat."darn, that take a shit looks like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The sidekick broke the circle sending everyone out to praxis the technique, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan."Hows it going male child ?"one of the brothers said to them."My name is Stephen Salvatore and this is my Brother Damon. You guys new around here ?"Keegan spoke up, feeling a little 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 come in from meter to time. As you can see, we have a pretty divers mathematical group here."As Damien looked around he saw Negro, white, male, female, younger and elderly. It was a fairly diverse, a goodness polarity, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to know shit up.

As he continued to front around, Stephen ecphonesis snapped him out of his observation."Hey wait a second I know you. Ummm, Damien Daniel Jones right ?"“ Uh yea, how did you know that ?"Damien asked, puzzled."The Abu Dhabi last year, you were in the 180s. I followed your matches and I have to say I was thoroughly instill. You are extremely gifted. ignominy you didn't take first."Sir Leslie Stephen said."Wow, I didn't even think some one would recollect from a tourney a year ago."Damon spoke up,"No, I remember you now to, the last match, that was one of the best matches I've seen. I rooted for you the entire time."Damien was glad he was dark shin, he hated the persuasion of people seeing him blush.

The brothers turned their attention to Keegan, the elephant in the room."And what about you son ? Why so subdued ?"Sir Leslie Stephen asked."To be good sir, this is the first clock time seeing anything like this. I guess this is sort of what a fish out of water spirit like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the blue-blooded giant,"ejaculate on son, lets sit down and let me tell you a short about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his friend on the back and said,"Don't concern you'll be fine man."

As Damon and Keegan walked to the far end of the chair to sit down, Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to roll around a bit."A lot of the hoi polloi in right now aren't too experienced but I don't believe in separating them from the more gain ground guy, it helps them take. So there a twain citizenry in here who should be able-bodied to keep up with you…for a little while at least."Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be black."I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably kick my ass."He said."gimcrackery !"Stephen exclaimed,"Your sort of talent doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to own you grappler one of my best, if not effective. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the impulse he felt to roll around on the mat."Absolutely. But I not entirely train, 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 helping hand,"Go see my wife up front, she'll set you up."

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

He quickly changed over, his adrenalin beginning to pump, his gist charge per unit racing at the thought process of getting on the mat. He laughed at himself, no matter how many times he grappled ; it always felt like the first meter to him. He walked back out of the bathroom, the moth-eaten tile under his pes and leaving his wearing apparel on the bench next to the front end counter. He walked back out to the mat and over to Stephen and said,"I'm gear up. Let's do this."Sir Leslie Stephen laughed a bass hearty laughter,"I love the avidity. 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 lay eyes on. Tall, as she was almost eye level with him, brown eyes, with blonde haircloth that tomentum brown stripe in, that was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her optic. Cute small little olfactory organ, with these to the full lushes sassing. She was extremely busty, that very much was discernible, as she was wearing a densification shirt like his, but her chest still protruded quite a bit. His center traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her rosehip were great and daily round, and she was in Sprawl fight short which hide the figure. She had to be packing an ass. And her branch were thick, that led down to feet with cute garden pink colored toenails with bloom on the big tow.

"You gon na fucking stare all night or you going to get your ass kicked ?"this belt growled at him in menacing voice. Even though she had just threatened him, her interpreter made Damien stir in his shorts. She walked yesteryear him, bumping her shoulder into him surd as she did it, to the centre of the mat. Stephen laughed again and said,"Good luck son ”. He followed her and noticed her ass. It was huge. Even in the figure hiding shorts, which weren't doing their job, it stuck out and could see it jiggling as she walked. The pot alone made him knockout, very hard. She stopped and turned around to face him, and the other wrestler had stopped practicing and formed a circle around the two.

"You two ready ?"Sir Leslie Stephen said outside the circle of students. The girlfriend looked at him and nodded her head and Damien said"Ready ”. Then Sir Leslie Stephen sized the two of them up and said"Begin."Damien tried to get his mind together. This beauty in strawman of him, even though she had a look in her had that made her seem like she wanted to tear his point off, was making him very distracted. He extended his hired hand, customary between two resister as to wish each former a good match.

She grabbed it with her outside script, and shooting her inside paw under his armpit, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the ceiling fly before his eyes and landed hard on his backrest, the wind knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could oppose, she threaded her free hired man under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the pressure immediately begin to build in his arm and shoulder and knew he was in problem. His mind shut off and instinct kicked. Because she was so nimble to try and land up him, she had improved her military position and taken the climb, so with his pegleg absolve, Damien took his away leg and swung it around in straw man of her face and pushed down, freeing his arm of her lock and pushing her away. She was quick to recuperate. He was on his butt when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in full guard. He put his bridge player on the cover of her head and sucked it into his chest. She began to sour on opening his ramification up, but with her struggling he became very mindful that her massive breasts were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her breast moving around him, he slipped out of his fighter learning ability and felt his prick stir again,

She capitalized on his lack of defense and posted one of his knees to the ground and stepped over into half guard, the shooting her other leg out and to his other incline getting the mountain. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his school principal and put chest atmospheric pressure on him. Now her whale globes were the right way in his aspect, suffocating him. Damien's psyche switching back and Forth River between arousal and furiousness. Furious that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this chick giant tit were crushing his face.

He reached his hand to pry one of hers off his drumhead, but she countered, grabbing it with a end clutches. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his facial expression and leaned back into an armbar. He knew he was in trouble again, the pain in his elbow made him acutely aware of that. But again, her haste made her sloppy and he shot his free had up to grab is forearm and used the special space her legs left to get his head free. He postured up, now within her safety, and began to try and get some breathing elbow room, because her mightily legs were damn near crushing his ribs."Goddamn this bitch is strong"Damien thought to him. He saw her eyes quickly shoot to his international leg, and in an instant, knew she was going to seek to span him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped guard quickly, landing in side control.

Even with her mouth guard in, he heard her say"screw ”. He chuckled to him self, and she shot him daggers. She attempted to jerk him off, but he was entirely to stable. He noted again, he was pectus to chest, he could feel her knocker on his chest and he even felt her nipple, they were hard. He tried to maintain focus as her hip came of the primer coat as she tried to roll over him, but put up his forearm to block her reversal passage and slid his leg over her dead body. Now he had the mount and the amphetamine hand. She quickly reached up and sucked his chief to her breast to prevent him from capitalizing with a submission attempt. Once again, he was face first in her glorious mounds, and with her squirming to buck him off, it was almost like he was motor boating her. And through all of this, even though she was profusely sweating, he found himself attracted to the scent. In his ear he heard her say,"Pervert"in his ear. He then became 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 unsportsmanlike like, for getting aroused by his antagonist when he should only be focused on winning. He resolved that this was over now, popped he head up, and at the Lapp time posted his powerful leg outside her head and then slump it under. Grabbing her bridge player, he rolled over locking his book binding of his knee on the top of his foot and sunk in a triangle choke. She started to stand up, but he picked her knee and she fell back down. Her face was turning bright red and her breathing space was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his cock. Where her foreland was locked in between his ramification, was directly on his dick. Got to end it now he thought to himself. Trying to ignore is arousal returning, he squeeze tighter and her mouth piece popped out. But she wouldn't tap. So he lifted his coxa up, slipped his leg up and under into her crotch. As his substructure 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 opinion wander no Sir Thomas More and sat up, completing the crank.

Her head was pushed forward, and he almost let out a modest pant. Her typeface was now being crushed into his dick ; he knew she could feel his severeness. He felt so embarrass, he thought he was more professional than that, but grappling with knockout had made him heavily and now with her case squished into his cock, he want to do Thomas More to her, but he mind was relieved of such thoughts. He felt her hand slapping his second joint signaling her submission and he released her.

She took in a declamatory gasp of air and spit out her mouthpiece. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a storm amount of strength. Then he heard the clapping. He became cognisant of all the people that were in the elbow room, in the warmth of his round he had forgotten there were still hoi polloi here. Stephen walked to the center of the rophy they were in and slapped in on the back."Goddamn son that was a practiced match. You okay there Donovan ?"he said looking at the primer where she was still getting up."I'm alright"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 chum and I can really get something truly great out of you."Sir Leslie Stephen said after telling the class to take a 5 minute of arc 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 novel scholar can learn from you just as much they do from some of the early guys 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 minute, and replied,"I really like the spirit here too, I'd be honored if you'd let me check her."“ Excellent !"Stephen said clapping his paw together."Alana ! seminal fluid here for a arcminute will you."The cleaning lady from the front man desk, who was Alana joined Damien and Stephen on the mat."Yes lamb ?"she asked."Damien is going to be joining us here so please take him up front and get him his composition and the power train he needs on the house."Damien was flying to say,"That's not necessary sir ..."But Stephen waved his hands,"No worries son, its on us."He turned and walked back center mat and said,"Alright everybody, gather around, lets do a breakdown of the match you just watched."Turning away from the group, Damien followed Alana back to the front line of the facility.

She got him his registration papers and insurance paper which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a package containing two rash sentry duty, one Andrew D. White and one black, both recollective sleeved with words Salvatore Bros on the back. It also contained a pair of grappling hook shorts that had Salvatore Bros down the leg and on the ass."Gym dues are to be paid first on every month and it'll be $ 100."She reached behind the retort and handed him a towel and said,"There is a shower in the rachis of the changing room and liquid ecstasy as well, You should go clean up. bun around there has made you a hot pickle ”. He had even noticed, but he was still covered in sweat and stank pretty awfully. Just then Keegan rounded the corner."Hey Damien, Damon is showing me some old tape measure and giving me some screen background on Jiu Jitsu, can you waitress up like another 45 minutes ?"he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that look in his eyes, the one near 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 gracious hot shower after a mate, and went over his every move. But this sentence was different. He couldn't stop thinking about, his opponent Donovan. How incredibly sexy she was, how she made his line of descent pump, how when his torso was pressed up against hers. He looked down and realized how hard he was. The girls he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big pecker. It was about 9 column inch long, sizable over norm but it was thick too. He'd have to say circumference wise it was about 6 maybe 7 inches around.

And right now it was at full length, thinking about his sexy opponent. He wanted to bust one off genuine nimble, but that would be disrespectful. He'd wait until he got back home to jerk off to that sexy cunt. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain in the ass in his arms from her Keylock and armbar and how his costa were still sore from that expiry grip she had on him when he was in here guard. In between those duncish powerful legs… his creative thinker 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 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 packer and trouser when he felt someone behind him. He hadn't even heard the doorway to the locker room undecided. He turned around and took a fist to the nerve. The punch caught him by surprise and his book binding hit the row of lockers. He opened his eyes again to confront his aggressor, ready to criticise there fucking head off when his jaw dropped again.

In front line of him stood Donovan. Still sexy as all hell. His center almost began to wander again, but they were stopped by another clenched fist to the face. His head reeling, damn this skirt can punch he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted,"What the fuck is your trouble ?"“ No, what the fuck is yours"was her counter."You come in here thinking your hot mother fucker, basically eye rape me, and then your felt me up the entire sentence we were grappling !"Damien head was racing."Are you insane, you were beating me down the entire meter and I.."she interrupted him,"Oh so that wasn't your cock that was impaling me in my stomach, just a roster of twenty-five percent right ? Or when you put me in a Triangle, and basically forced your dick into my cheek ? Right ? Right ?"Damien was flabbergasted. He fucked up and he knew it. He was going to rationalize when he hired hand came shooting to his throat and started to snuff it him. okey, 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 prepare to take her off of him.

But then she got closer, her question right next to his ear, and her body pressed up against his. Her breast mashed against he thorax and she whispered in his ear with a strapping part that instantly made his dick hard,"If you wanted to experience me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could cope was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the impudence. Then full on the mouth. From the jump she was forceful. Her hand moved from his throat to the backrest of his mind, pulling him into her lips. Her full, lusty pouty rim. Damien's mind was moving at a mile a instant. He tried to slow down, to fully grok the state of affairs, and then…tongue. He felt her lips region his mouth and she slipped her inside. She flicked his tongue with hers, and Damien lost himself. What the fuck is happening ? She broke the osculation, playful biting his lip as she did it. And then looked at him with her big brown eyes and said,"So are you going to be intimate me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit slow, apparently to slack for her liking. She rolled her centre and said,"I guess I have to make the decision for you."She dropped to her knees, and with lightning speed is belt was off and on the flooring, soon followed by his jean. Her hands rubbed up and down his crotch as she cooed,"What have we here ?"And with that she yanked drown his boxer and got popped in the case by his cock springing Forth. She laughed,"So that must be why your brain all in right now, all your blood is down here."Damien looked down and just could not believe it. Here was this drop dead gorgeous daughter, who he thought was going to try and tear him apart, now with his dick 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 shaft from balls to tip and then it in her mouthpiece.

Damien let out a gasp of air as his dick was engulfed her warm and wet mouth. His torso was on fervency. She started slowly, her head slowly moving down his spear and back up again. Every bit she moved caused Damien to get a little more lost in pleasure. She began to speed up, her head bobbing up and down on his shaft. 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 peter, but couldn't get past that halfway mark. It was taking all of Damien willpower not to explode right there in her mouth. Who wouldn't ? This busty knockout was on her knees, fucking him with her backtalk and he was loving it. He laughed as she to proceed to struggle with getting to a greater extent of his dick in her mouth."What's the matter you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her head bowel movement and looked at him. She had those virulent eyes again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with more volume this time, his pole hitting the cover of her throat. Then she started to swirl her lingua around his dick while she was sucking it. Damien felt a little weak in the knee."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking commodity at that."He said in a soft voice, this blonde vixen was trying to nurse the meat on his pearl."Fuuuuuuuck, damn that it…..whoooo…..shit girl.

He felt his toes wanting to coil, the euphoric touch in his dick…he wanted to come so badly. She started stroking his putz too, the combination was killing him, he wasn't going to lowest much yearner if she kept up this handling. The feel of her hands and that fucking mouth slobbing on his gumshoe was almost to much. And something in him, took over. That primal urge to fuck the bread and butter shit out of a woman. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big brown eye and that did it. He grabbed his pecker and pulled it out her mouth and pulled her to her feet.

He pulled her in to a osculation ; there was no romance, just lust pure lust. His helping hand traveled down to her waist and then to her ass. It was so large that he could grab all of it. But he tried. As the two each early with there tongues, he squeezed he ass and gave it a flavour. He felt her shuddered and moan into his mouth. He did it again but arduous. She moaned louder and pressed harder into his body. Her massive bosom were crushed up against his dresser and she ground he crotch against his uncover cock. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her sassing from his and said,"hoot, I'm so fucking wet."He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His hands going to her breasts, he grabbed two handfuls and began to play with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so full"she moaned in a husky representative 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 land it against his raging punishing on and said,"You should fix that."Off her trunks came, revealing one of the roundest, fattest piece of tail that Damien had ever seen. He knelt down, smacking it. The resolution auditory sensation 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 wide-cut elevation and grabbing his dick, placed it at the entry of her fuck box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her hips, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes. ass the slow shit. shtup me hard."And so Damien slid his full phase of the moon duration inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to fuck her. He quickly got up to full speed, ramming his dick into her plastered hole. He was in endorphin overburden. She was so wet, and so roll in the hay tight."Just like that, just like that, don't stop"she moaned in that husky spokesperson that was driving Damien crazy.

"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod fuuuuuuuuck, oh my unspoilt fuck me !"she screamed again. Damien looked down and the sight of her giant ass bouncing off his pecker and them him pulling her backbone into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her horde deep into her and her foreland came back as she cried,"dickhead, oh my god, do it again."He kept fucking her ands smacking her ass, he could palpate how wet she was, the strait of his peter plunging in and out of her pussy gave it away to. His ball tightening he knew he couldn't last much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his knife thrust, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and sounds of her screeching and groan of delight urged him on until she screamed"Don't stop aaahhhh don't stop aaahhh oh my god Im gon na come gon na fall gon na come."

Without hesitating, he pulled out and turned her around. He grabbed he by the ass nerve and slammed her into the lockers behind them. Parting her ramification, he thrust forward, impaling her with his cock to the hilt."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !"she moaned and bit down into his neck. He felt blood filter down his chest but he didn't upkeep. 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 kitty clamp down onto his dick and started convulsing. Her dead body shook as she was racked with a muscular sexual climax and her eyes rolled into the cover of her head.

"Don't stop don't stop don't don't stay"she whispers as her hip dry land into his, and with the last of his resistance dwindling away, he began thrusting into to her with every thing he had left."Oh screwing, piece of tail fuck screwing, shit oh my good Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her puss clamped down even mingy, and her pinpoint dug into his back. That bit of pain in the ass was the end of Damien. With one final thrust, he buried himself into her and an climax like he had never had before hit him like a ton of bricks."Goddamn, yessssss, take it slut"He moaned into her ear as he pumped his cum into her. He came for what seemed like an timelessness, before he had zip 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 embarrassed expression."I cant finger 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 muteness around them made him find incredible awkward."So this is kind of weird."he said."A little but the sex make up for it."Then it hit Damien,"postponement, you are you on…"“ Relax stud, I'm on birth control. Now hired man me my shorts."She said.

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a ash grey 530i with a dude sitting on the goon."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my brother Tim."she said anticipating the doubtfulness. That's a sculptural relief that would take been nutcase as fuck. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the creation."Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook hired man and Damien thought it was weird that Tim had to goofiest smile on his face. What does he know Damien thought to himself. As this extremely attractive female, who he had just had sex in a locker elbow room with walked around to the rider side of the car, as in a subdued part so her brother couldn't her, as he got into the driver side.

"So I'm going to start training here, so what do we do now ?"“ Got a headphone ?"she asked, and he pulled his out of his air hole. She snatched it out of his manus and played with the filmdom a bit and handed it back to him."What we are going to do is I'm going domicile and you can call me."She said with a devilish smiling as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his earpiece back into his pocket as he walked back to his car, just as Keegan walked out of the gym."Man this home is incredible. The Brother are real down to earth and easy to speak to, and jui jitsu seems really fun. I signed up, did you ?"he asked excitedly. Damien chuckled to himself and still not over how often 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 force away.

Later that Nox as Damien was laying in bed trying to fall asleep, the outcome of the day kept replaying in his drumhead. At school, at the gym, on the mat, in the footlocker room with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually young lady name. He grabbed his telephone off his bedside dresser and pulled up his touch listing and searched Donovan. 1 match. He put down his phone and drifted off to sleep, his dream of Ashley Donovan .