When Damien Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 Lebanese pound and a smooth brown skin tone, with he knew all that metre spent in the gym over the summertime had been Worth it. He had a well defined body. The hours he spent lifting as well as doing muay 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 friends and family back home base in Long Beach, he was ready to start newly, to get his new life. He finished paring, and returned back to his elbow room to get dressed. He put on a yoke of sparkle aristocratical jeans and a red release up shirt.


Rolling up the arm to his elbows and putting on a pair of Andrew Dickson White Nikes, he couldn't wait for the first day of socio-economic class to begin. Orientation had shown him that this school would be something deserving remembering, he just knew it. The girls were extremely attractive, and he had met a couple of fop that seemed pretty cool 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.

nearly multitude didn't understand why he loved his car so much ; it was old, no doubt. But the classic automobile that everyone loved today were, at one point in time, at an embarrassing time stage where they were 17 years old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 year old, they suddenly became collector's patch. He was just making certainly he had it from the get go.

And it wasn't like it was a rust fungus bucketful. He had ported and polished the nous, dropped a performance camshaft in, put in a cold air inhalation, ceramic header back exhausts, a highschool cubicle torque convertor, a supercharger, and cheater slick tires. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the fanny wheels. Not to refer the suspension system was completely redone, the inside was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of black and purple with the paint job being a tough lusterlessness black. He did enjoy his car, working on it for 5 years and paying for it by working at this meat packing factory back home.

He got in the car, put the key in the ignition and turned the car over. It roared to living as a gaggle of girls walked across the street. Damien could see in the rear view mirror them jump at the sound of the beast and how they looked at on in awe and fervour. He put on his sunglass, and said to himself,"Yea, this is going to be a unspoiled year."
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Damien started on as the professor at the point of the class was going on about the program for the year. trig was his first class of the day, and he knew he was fucked. Math had never been his strong suit and he had barely passed trig in high school. As he listened to the sr. man pilotless aircraft on about how the course would be conducted, Damien let his eyes wander around the lecture hall. There were a lot of really honorable looking miss in this socio-economic class, he thought to himself. He already knew that this subject was going to be an uphill fight in the rainfall, but he might he a couple of hook-ups out of it.

The professor dismissed the class and he stood up and walked toward the exit. As he was just out the door, a articulation behind him called out,"Hey Damien !"He turned around to see Max, a guy he had met during predilection walking up to him."What's up bro"Damien replied"I didn't see you in there ”."Yea, I was up in the back talking with a couple of really hot chicks. There's a party Friday at one of their admirer houses out in scholarly person Housing, you down ?"“ Fucking A right, I'm game"Damien said."What do you suffer next ?"To which Max replied,"English language 101."Damien sword lily he had a class with individual he knew said,"Henry Sweet, I've got that one too ”. As the pair walked towards the edifice of their next year, they couldn't assistant but notice all the coeds, the hot coeds all around them. There was a radical of girls over by some picnic mesa, a couple playing Frisbee with some guys under the trees, they were everywhere.

"So many option, so short difference."Max said as they watched they delectable females."My finish this year is to lie with as many of them as I possible can without getting herpes."“ Well, there certainly isn't a deficit, so good fate with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their public lecture hall and got tush in the back of the room. As people started to mob, Max and Damien spotted three more guy wire they met at orientation course who came up to sit with them. Jake, a lanky white boy with blonde hair, gamy oculus was one of those guy rope who should give birth grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha voice. Keegan, was a tumid Russian fellow, even taller 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 principal off. And then there was David 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 last duo of days while people continued to pullulate into the room.

Then Keegan asked Damien,"Hey did you see that martial humanistic discipline place right off campus ?"Damien capitulum perking up replied,"No, I didn't know there was any lieu like that around here."“ Yea, they teach jay jetsu or something like that."Haha, you mean Jiu Jitsu ? hoot, definitely didn't know about that."Damien replied."fountainhead, I'm going to watch it out around 6 tonight. You want to fall ? You've done that form of stuff before right wing ?"Keegan asked."Yea, I know a picayune, I'll come with you."

Damien was however, being quite low. cover plate he had been doing muay thai and jui jitsu for about 4 year. His stand up was commodity, but it was on the ground where he shined. He had gone to tournament and competitions winning a just majority of them for the air division he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a honored grappling tourney known public wide and he placed second in that tourney for his division. He mind wandered off, thinking about that nighttime and excited to cause found another gym so quickly. He hoped that it would pan out and have good instructors and not be one of those dime a dozen gym. Just then the professor for that class walked in and began his debut. But Damien brain was else where ; his brain was on the mat.
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Damien and Keegan pulled into the parking of the gym. In Ne varsity letter above the facility were the countersign Salvatore Bros."This is the place ?"Damien asked and Keegan nodded his head. They both got out and head towards the door. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the sound of a lecture being given. There was an older lady at the straw man desk, around 50 with grey pilus crow's human foot around the eyes, but a warming smile on her font."hi, can I help you ?"she asked. Damien said to her,"Hi, me and my friend here are new to the domain so we thought we'd check over 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 death chair on the mat, and you can go sit in and watch."“ Thank you very very much ma'am. seminal fluid on net ball go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the corner towards the mat. There was a rail line of professorship along the bulwark where the two sat. In the center of the mat where two erstwhile gentlemen who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore brothers and they were demonstrating a triangle choking 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 hips and teddy opposite to the out-of-door leg. Then, placing the top of his foot inside his opponents privates, he sinks his hips down and sits up which doubles the press on the neck and immediately forces the opponent to tap out or have his neck opening broken."As on cue, one of the pal demonstrates the move and as soon as it was locked in, the other brother tapped the mat."tinker's damn, that shit flavour like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The comrade broke the circle sending everyone out to recitation the technique, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan."Hows it going boy ?"one of the brothers said to them."My name is Stephen Salvatore and this is my comrade Damon. You guys new around here ?"Keegan spoke up, feeling a trivial 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 come in from prison term to time. As you can see, we have a pretty diverse grouping here."As Damien looked around he saw black, clean, male person, female person, young and honest-to-goodness. It was a pretty diverse, a effective signal, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to fuck stag up. As he continued to look around, Sir Leslie Stephen exclamation snapped him out of his watching."Hey wait a second I know you. Ummm, Damien Bobby 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 imprint. You are extremely gifted. Shame you didn't take first."Stephen said."Wow, I didn't even think some one would remember from a tourney a year ago."Damon spoke up,"No, I remember you now to, the hold up mate, that was one of the best catch I've seen. I rooted for you the entire time."Damien was gladiolus he was sullen bark, he hated the thought process of people seeing him bloom.

The brothers turned their attention to Keegan, the elephant in the way."And what about you son ? Why so quiesce ?"Stephen asked."To be honest sir, this is the first metre seeing anything like this. I guess this is kind of what a Pisces the Fishes out of weewee feel like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the lenify giant,"Come on son, lets sit down and let me assure you a little about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his Friend on the back and said,"Don't headache you'll be alright man."

As Damon and Keegan walked to the far end of the death chair to sit down, Sir Leslie Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to roll around a bit."A lot of the the great unwashed in flop now aren't too experient but I don't believe in separating them from the more advanced guy wire, it helps them learn. So there a couple citizenry in here who should be able to keep up with you…for a little while at least."Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be opprobrious."I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably give up my ass."He said."Nonsense !"Stephen exclaimed,"Your kind of gift doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to let you grapple one of my best, if not unspoiled. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the itch he felt to twine around on the mat."Absolutely. But I not entirely ready, 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 footling mad at himself. Stephen waved his hand,"Go see my married woman up front, she'll set you up."

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

He quickly changed over, his adrenaline beginning to pump, his pump charge per unit racing at the intellection of getting on the mat. He laughed at himself, no matter how many sentence he grappled ; it always felt like the 1st time to him. He walked back out of the bathroom, the cold tile under his feet and leaving his dress on the bench next to the front rejoinder. He walked back out to the mat and over to Stephen and said,"I'm ready. Let's do this."Stephen laughed a deep hearty laugh,"I love the eagerness. Alright, I'll oblige. Donovan, where are you at ?"A feminine representative behind him said,"Over here."Damien turned around and his jaw dropped.

What a survey to behold. Tall, as she was almost eye level with him, brown eyes, with blond hair that hair brown run in, that was tied back in a ponytail to hold it out of her optic. Cute small little olfactory organ, with these full souse lips. She was extremely busty, that lots was evident, as she was wearing a contraction shirt like his, but her breast still protruded quite a bit. His eyes traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her articulatio coxae were heavy and rhythm, and she was in conurbation battle short pants which hide the physique. She had to be packing an ass. And her branch were thick, that led down to feet with cute 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 phonation made Damien bustle in his shorts. She walked past times him, bumping her shoulder into him hard as she did it, to the 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 number hiding shorts, which weren't doing their job, it stuck out and could see it jiggling as she walked. The quite a little alone made him hard, very hard. She stopped and turned around to face him, and the other grapplers had stopped practicing and formed a circle around the two.

"You two ready ?"Stephen said outside the circle of students. The girl looked at him and nodded her question 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 front of him, even though she had a feeling in her had that made her seem like she wanted to tear his head off, was making him very distracted. He extended his paw, habitual between two adversary as to wish each other a near match.

She grabbed it with her outside hired man, and shooting her inwardly script under his armpit, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the cap fly before his eyes and landed hard on his back, the tip knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could react, she threaded her relieve hand under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the force per unit area immediately take off to build up in his arm and shoulder and knew he was in trouble.

His mind shut off and inherent aptitude kicked. Because she was so ready to try and wind up him, she had improved her position and taken the riding horse, so with his peg free, Damien took his extraneous leg and swung it around in social movement of her face and pushed down, freeing his arm of her lock chamber and pushing her away. She was quick to regain. He was on his butt when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in entire sentry duty. He put his bridge player on the back of her head and sucked it into his chest. She began to work on opening his pegleg up, but with her struggling he became very cognizant that her monolithic breasts were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her breasts moving around him, he slipped out of his fighter mindset and felt his shaft flurry again,

She capitalized on his lack of Department of Defense and posted one of his stifle to the reason and stepped over into half sentry go, the shooting her other leg out and to his former incline getting the backing. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his heading and put dresser press on him. Now her giant orb were right in his face, suffocating him. Damien's mind switching back and Forth River between arousal and fury. ferocious that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this chick giant tits were crushing his expression.

He reached his hand to pry one of hers off his forefront, but she countered, grabbing it with a death travelling bag. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his boldness and leaned back into an armbar. He knew he was in trouble again, the painfulness in his elbow made him acutely aware of that. But again, her haste made her slapdash and he shot his discharge had up to seize is forearm and used the superfluous blank space her wooden leg left to get his head free. He postured up, now within her guard, and began to try and get some respiration room, because her powerful pegleg were damn near crushing his rib."Goddamn this bitch is strong"Damien thought to him. He saw her centre quickly shoot to his extraneous leg, and in an wink, knew she was going to assay to sweep him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped safety device 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 daggers. She attempted to go against him off, but he was entirely to stable. He noted again, he was bureau to chest, he could sense her breast on his thorax and he even felt her nipple, they were hard. He tried to observe focus as her pelvis came of the ground as she tried to vagabond over him, but put up his forearm to obstruct her about-face transition and slid his leg over her body. Now he had the mount and the speed helping hand. She quickly reached up and sucked his head to her chest to foreclose him from capitalizing with a submission try. Once again, he was grimace first in her glorious mounds, and with her squirming to charge 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,"degenerate"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 opponent when he should only be focused on winning. He resolved that this was over now, popped he head up, and at the same meter posted his rightfield leg outside her head and then go under it under. Grabbing her hand, he rolled over locking his back of his articulatio genus on the top of his groundwork and sunk in a Triangulum choke. She started to stand up, but he picked her knee and she fell back down. Her face was turning brightly red and her breathing space was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his putz. Where her headspring was locked in between his legs, 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 firearm popped out. But she wouldn't tap. So he lifted his hips up, slipped his leg up and under into her crotch. As his pes made impinging, he mind raced. No, it couldn't be, its got ta be sweat. No… is she…is she wet ? Is she actually getting aroused at this ? He let his thought wander no more and sat up, completing the chalk.

Her caput was pushed forward, and he almost let out a belittled gasp. Her cheek was now being crushed into his pecker ; he knew she could finger his callosity. He felt so embarrassed, he thought he was more professional than that, but grappling with lulu had made him hard and now with her aspect squished into his cock, he want to do more to her, but he judgement was relieved of such intellection. He felt her hand slapping his second joint signaling her submission and he released her.

She took in a bombastic gasp of air and spittle out her mouthpiece. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a surprising quantity of strength. Then he heard the clapping. He became aware of all the people that were in the way, in the heat of his bout he had forgotten there were still multitude here. Stephen walked to the center of the round they were in and slapped in on the back."Goddamn son that was a good match. You okay there Donovan ?"he said looking at the footing 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 second 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 blood brother and I can really make something truly keen out of you."Stephen said after telling the class to use up a 5 minute recess 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 raw students can find out from you just as much they do from some of the other guys as well as Damon and myself. Plus a talent like yours shouldn't go to the wayside with inactivity."Damien thought about it for a second, and replied,"I really like the look here too, I'd be honored if you'd let me discipline her."

"Excellent !"Sir Leslie Stephen said clapping his deal together."Alana ! Come here for a minute will you."The woman from the front man desk, who was Alana joined Damien and Stephen on the mat."Yes honey ?"she asked."Damien is going to be joining us here so please take him up forepart and get him his papers and the gear he needs on the house."Damien was warm to say,"That's not necessity sir ..."But Sir Leslie Stephen waved his paw,"No worries son, its on us."He turned and walked back centerfield mat and said,"Alright everybody, gather around, let do a breakdown of the match you just watched."Turning away from the radical, Damien followed Alana back to the front of the facility.

She got him his registration papers and insurance papers which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a package containing two rash guard, one white and one black, both long sleeved with password Salvatore Bros on the back. It also contained a pair of grapples underdrawers that had Salvatore Bros down the leg and on the ass."Gym dues are to be paid first on every month and it'll be $ 100."She reached behind the counter and handed him a towel and said,"There is a shower in the back of the changing room and soap as well, You should go cleanse up. Roll around there has made you a hot mess ”.

He had even noticed, but he was still covered in exertion and stank pretty abominable. Just then Keegan rounded the recession."Hey Damien, Damon is showing me some old taping and giving me some background on Jiu Jitsu, can you wait up like another 45 proceedings ?"he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that face in his eyes, the one almost 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 storage locker room.

He stripped quickly and got under the water. It was tradition for him. He always took a squeamish hot shower bath after a match, and went over his every relocation. But this time was different. He couldn't stop thinking about, his opponent Donovan. How incredibly sexy she was, how she made his blood ticker, how when his trunk was pressed up against hers. He looked down and understand how gruelling he was. The girls he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big tool. It was about 9 inches long, healthy over average but it was thick too. He'd have to say perimeter 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 real quick, but that would be disrespectful. He'd waiting until he got back home to hitch off to that aphrodisiacal kick. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering painfulness in his coat of arms from her Keylock and armbar and how his costa were still sore from that end handgrip she had on him when he was in here sentry go. In between those fatheaded knock-down legs… his head 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 water off and headed back to the footlocker where his clothes were.

He had just put on his boxershorts and pants when he felt somebody behind him. He hadn't even heard the doorway to the locker elbow room capable. He turned around and took a fist to the face. The punch caught him by surprise and his dorsum hit the row of cabinet. He opened his heart again to face up his attacker, quick to pick apart there fucking head off when his jaw dropped again.

In front man of him stood Donovan. Still sexy as all hell. His heart almost began to tramp again, but they were stopped by another 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 problem ?"“ No, what the fuck is yours"was her retort."You come in here thinking your hot hoot, basically eye violation 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 entire time and I.."she interrupted him,"Oh so that wasn't your dick that was impaling me in my tum, just a roll of quartern right ? Or when you put me in a trilateral, and basically forced your tool into my case ? Right ? Right ?"Damien was flabbergasted. He fucked up and he knew it. He was going to apologize when he deal came shooting to his throat and started to scrag him. Okay, plenty is adequate. It was like I was trying to actively grope her, it just happened. But this is going to far he thought getting ready to occupy her off of him.

But then she got closer, her caput right next to his ear, and her organic structure pressed up against his. Her breast mashed against he pectus and she whispered in his ear with a husky spokesperson that instantly made his dick hard,"If you wanted to feel me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could manage was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the cheek. Then full on the lip. From the start she was forceful. Her hand moved from his throat to the back of his head, pulling him into her lips. Her entire, red-blooded pouty mouth. Damien's judgement was moving at a nautical mile a min. He tried to slow down, to fully apprehend the situation, and then…tongue. He felt her lips part his mouth and she slipped her inside. She flicked his tongue with hers, and Damien lost himself. What the fuck is happening ? She broke the kiss, playful biting his lip as she did it. And then looked at him with her big brownish eyes and said,"So are you going to bonk me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit tiresome, apparently to slow for her liking. She rolled her eye and said,"I guess I have to realize the decision for you."She dropped to her genu, and with lightning stop number is belt was off and on the base, 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 pugilist and got popped in the face by his dick springing forth. She laughed,"So that must be why your brain perfectly right now, all your stock is down here."Damien looked down and just could not believe it. Here was this drop dead gorgeous missy, who he thought was going to try and bust 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 punishing prick. She then lifted it up and licked the gibe from globe to tip and then it in her rima oris.

Damien let out a pant of air as his gumshoe was engulfed her warm and wet mouth. His eubstance was on fire. She started slowly, her oral sex slowly moving down his calamus and back up again. Every bit she moved induce Damien to get a little more lost in pleasure. She began to race up, her head bobbing up and down on his rooster. She continued on and on until she got about halfway down his tool. She tried to get farther but started to gag and came up for air. She tried again, her head teacher moving back and Forth River on his cock, but couldn't get past that halfway print. It was taking all of Damien self-will not to explode right there in her mouthpiece. Who wouldn't ? This busty sweetheart was on her knees, fucking him with her mouth and he was loving it. He laughed as she to continue to struggle with getting Thomas More of his gumshoe in her mouth."What's the topic you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her headspring apparent movement and looked at him. She had those deucedly optic again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with Sir Thomas More chroma this time, his Pole hitting the backbone of her throat. Then she started to swirl her tongue around his shaft while she was sucking it. Damien felt a little weak in the genu."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking good at that."He said in a soft part, this blonde hellcat was trying to sop up the meat on his pearl."Fuuuuuuuck, shit that it…..whoooo…..shit girl.

He felt his toes wanting to loop, the euphoric belief 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 endure much longer if she kept up this discourse. 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 fuck the bread and butter shit out of a woman. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big embrown oculus and that did it. He grabbed his cock and pulled it out her back talk and pulled her to her foot.

He pulled her in to a kiss ; there was no Latinian language, just lecherousness pure lecherousness. His hands traveled down to her waistline and then to her ass. It was so heavy that he could snaffle all of it. But he tried. As the two each other with there tongues, he squeezed he ass and gave it a slap. 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 tits were crushed up against his chest and she ground he crotch against his exposed peter. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her lips from his and said,"cocksucker, I'm so fucking wet."He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His hands going to her breasts, he grabbed two handful and began to play with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so in force"she moaned in a husky voice that sent Damien over the edge.

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

Damien stood to his total height and grabbing his dick, placed it at the entrance of her piece of tail box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her hip joint, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes. screw the slow diddley. Fuck me hard."And so Damien slid his full distance inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to have sex her. He quickly got up to full f number, ramming his gumshoe into her tight hole. He was in endorphin overload. She was so wet, and so get laid tight."Just like that, just like that, don't plosive"she moaned in that husky spokesperson that was driving Damien loony.

"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 hawkshaw and them him pulling her back into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her drove deep into her and her head 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 auditory sensation of his dick plunging in and out of her pussy gave it away to. His clod tightening he knew he couldn't final much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his jabbing, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and sounds of her screams and moan of pleasure urged him on until she screamed"Don't stop aaahhhh don't stopover aaahhh oh my god Im gon na hail gon na amount gon na come."

Without hesitating, he pulled out and turned her around. He grabbed he by the ass cheeks and slammed her into the footlocker behind them. Parting her pegleg, he thrust forward, impaling her with his cock to the hilt."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !"she moaned and bit down into his neck. He felt blood trickle down his chest but he didn't care. He pounded her, banging her into the lockers."That's it right there, oh my god I'm cumming, Im cumming, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck !"she moaned into his ear as he felt her wet hot pussy clamp down onto his dick and started convulsing. Her body shook as she was racked with a muscular orgasm and her eyes rolled into the dorsum of her head.

"Don't stay don't stop don't don't closure"she whispers as her hip undercoat into his, and with the last-place of his resistance dwindling, he began thrusting into to her with every thing he had left."Oh nooky, fuck fuck fuck, shite oh my salutary Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her cunt clamped down even mingy, and her breeze through dug into his dorsum. That bit of botheration was the end of Damien. With one final exam thrust, he buried himself into her and an orgasm like he had never had before hit him like a ton of bricks."Goddamn, yessssss, necessitate it slut"He moaned into her ear as he pumped his cum into her. He came for what seemed like an timeless existence, before he had nothing left to throw. 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 abashed look."I cant sense my legs."

He had to express mirth, and helped het sit down. She looked at him,"Take it slut huh ?"Again he had to laugh,"Yea sorry I kind of got carried away."He sat down beside her and the silence around them made him sense unbelievable awkward."So this is kind of weird."he said."A lilliputian but the sex make up for it."Then it hit Damien,"Wait, you are you on…"“ Relax he-man, I'm on giving birth command. Now bridge player me my shorts."She said.

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a silver gray 530i with a fashion plate sitting on the hood."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my comrade Tim."she said anticipating the question. That's a succour that would have been half-baked as nooky. 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 uncanny that Tim had to goofiest grin on his nerve. What does he know Damien thought to himself. As this extremely attractive female, who he had just had sex in a footlocker room with walked around to the passenger side of the car, as in a quiet part so her brother couldn't her, as he got into the number one wood English."So I'm going to begin training here, so what do we do now ?"“ Got a sound ?"she asked, and he pulled his out of his scoop. She snatched it out of his hands and played with the cover a bit and handed it back to him."What we are going to do is I'm going home and you can call me."She said with a diabolic grin as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his phone back into his scoop as he walked back to his car, just as Keegan walked out of the gym."Man this piazza is incredible. The brothers are real down to earth and easy to talk to, and jui jitsu seems really fun. I signed up, did you ?"he asked excitedly. Damien chuckled to himself and still not over how much a big kid this behemoth was."Yea, I signed up to. You can devolve on with me when we need to train."And with that they both got in the car and drove away.

Later that nighttime as Damien was laying in bed trying to fall asleep, the events of the day kept replaying in his question. At schooling, at the gym, on the mat, in the locker way with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually girl gens. He grabbed his phone off his bedside toilet table and pulled up his physical contact list and searched Donovan. 1 match. He put down his headphone and drifted off to sleep, his dreams of Ashley Donovan .