*******So a match of twelvemonth back, I had a talk with the original source of the MSA series. I like his chronicle so a lot and I wanted to use some of his characters in my own series. He gave me his blessing, and this is the first of the series. If you all like it, let me know and I 'll continue with it. If not, I 'll cease and desist. So this tale is a bit short-circuit and slow to start and the sex is quick, but its the opener. Following stories will be long and make more than sex. On another short letter, I 'm going to depart crowd surf for my taradiddle melodic theme. So if you got an thought for a story, or a floor you 've always wanted to see written, PM me and I 'll make a fling at it. And as always crit is always welcome. I aim to delight my associate XNXXers. Fair Winds and Following Seas*******

When Damien Robert Tyre Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 pounds and a smooth Robert Brown tegument tone, with he knew all that fourth dimension spent in the gym over the summertime had been deserving it. He had a well defined consistence. The hours he spent lifting as well as doing muay thai 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 set up to start fresh, to begin his new life. He finished shaving, and returned back to his elbow room to get dressed. He put on a brace of light dismal jeans and a red push button up shirt.

Rolling up the sleeve to his elbows and putting on a distich of Andrew D. White Nikes, he couldn't wait for the first day of division to commence. Orientation had shown him that this school would be something worth remembering, he just knew it. The girlfriend were extremely attractive, and he had met a couple of fop that seemed pretty sang-froid too. He walked into the kitchen of his apartment, grabbed an apple and headed downstairs to his superbia and joy, his 95 Z28.

near the great unwashed didn't understand why he loved his car so much ; it was old, no incertitude. But the classic railroad car that everyone loved today were, at one point in time, at an awkward time stage where they were 17 class old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 years old, they suddenly became collector's opus. He was just making indisputable he had it from the get go. And it wasn't like it was a rust pail. He had ported and polished the heads, dropped a carrying out camshaft in, put in a cold air breathing in, ceramic header back exhausts, a high cubicle torque convertor, a supercharger, and cheater slick tyre. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the rear wheels. Not to note the respite was completely make over, the Department of the Interior was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of Black person and purple with the paint job being a bad matte black. He did be intimate his car, working on it for 5 years and paying for it by working at this meat packing manufacturing plant back home.

He got in the car, put the key in the inflammation and turned the car over. It roared to liveliness as a gaggle of girls walked across the street. Damien could see in the arse perspective mirror them leap at the sound of the wildcat and how they looked at on in awe and fervor. He put on his dark glasses, and said to himself,"Yea, this is going to be a estimable year."
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Damien started on as the professor at the foreland of the class was going on about the curriculum for the twelvemonth. trigonometry was his start class of the day, and he knew he was fucked. Math had never been his strong suit and he had barely passed trig in gamey school. As he listened to the older man bourdon on about how the division would be conducted, Damien let his centre wander around the talking to residence hall. There were a lot of really practiced looking girls in this class, he thought to himself. He already knew that this theme was going to be an rising conflict in the pelting, 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 way out. As he was just out the threshold, a voice behind him called out,"Hey Damien !"He turned around to see Max, a guy he had met during orientation course walking up to him."What's up bro"Damien replied"I didn't see you in there ”."Yea, I was up in the back talking with a pair of really hot chicks. There's a party Fri at one of their booster theater out in pupil housing, you down ?"“ Fucking A right, I'm game"Damien said."What do you have next ?"To which Max replied,"English 101."Damien glad he had a grade with someone he knew said,"Sweet, I've got that one too ”. As the pair walked towards the building of their following class, they couldn't avail but notice all the coeds, the hot coeds all around them. There was a radical of daughter over by some field day tables, 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 females."My goal this yr is to bang as many of them as I possible can without getting herpes."“ wellspring, there certainly isn't a shortage, so honorable luck with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their talking to hall and got behind in the rachis of the room. As the great unwashed started to pile, Max and Damien spotted three Thomas More hombre they met at orientation course who came up to sit with them. Jake, a rangy white boy with blonde hair, puritanic oculus was one of those guys who should ingest grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha spokesperson. Keegan, was a large Russian fellow, even taller than Damien by a couple of column inch, and massively built but gave off that vibration that he wouldn't harm a fly until you fucked with him…then he'd tear your headspring off. And then there was Ricardo. He was a shorter guy, entire on Spaniard and even had the stress and slicked back fuzz to go with it. The five of them caught up on the finally dyad of days while people continued to pour into the room.

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

Damien was however, being quite modest. rear dwelling he had been doing muay thai and jui jitsu for about 4 year. His sales booth up was good, but it was on the ground where he shined. He had gone to tournament and competitions winning a goodness absolute majority of them for the naval division he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a prestigious grappling tournament known world wide of the mark and he placed second in that tourney for his naval division. He mind wandered off, thinking about that nighttime and excited to throw 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 prof for that class walked in and began his founding. But Damien nous 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 letter above the facility were the words Salvatore Bros."This is the office ?"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 one-time lady at the front desk, around 50 with Zane Grey hair gasconade's feet around the middle, but a warming smile on her face."hullo, can I aid you ?"she asked. Damien said to her,"Hi, me and my Friend here are new to the expanse 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 lesson right now, there are chairs on the mat, and you can go sit in and watch."“ Thank you very much ma'am. Come on Lashkar-e-Taiba go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the corner towards the mat. There was a occupation of chairs along the rampart where the two sat. In the nub of the mat where two one-time valet who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore buddy and they were demonstrating a trigon 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 attacked lifts his hips and break opposite to the outside leg. Then, placing the top of his foot inside his opponents genitals, he sinks his hips down and sits up which doubles the pressure sensation on the neck and immediately forces the antagonist to tap out or have his cervix broken."As on cue, one of the crony demonstrates the movement and as soon as it was locked in, the other brother tapped the mat."tinker's damn, that tinker's damn looks like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The crony broke the round sending everyone out to practice the technique, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan."Hows it going boys ?"one of the pal 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 component,"Yes sir, we both just started school down the road."Damon replied,"Yea we get a lot of the students who like to add up in from time to time. As you can see, we have a pretty diverse group here."As Damien looked around he saw black, white, male, female person, unseasoned and older. It was a moderately diverse, a good planetary house, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to fuck shit up.

As he continued to see around, Stephen exclamation snapped him out of his observation."Hey wait a arcminute I know you. Ummm, Damien Jones right ?"“ Uh yea, how did you make love that ?"Damien asked, puzzled."The Abu Dhabi last year, you were in the 180s. I followed your lucifer and I have to say I was thoroughly instill. You are extremely gifted. ignominy you didn't take first."Stephen said."Wow, I didn't even think some one would remember from a tournament a year ago."Damon spoke up,"No, I remember you now to, the survive match, that was one of the best mate I've seen. I rooted for you the full time."Damien was glad he was darkness scrape, he hated the thought of citizenry seeing him flush.

The chum turned their attending to Keegan, the elephant in the room."And what about you son ? Why so quiet down ?"Stephen asked."To be reliable sir, this is the first time seeing anything like this. I guess this is sort of what a fish out of body of water flavour like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the gentle titan,"semen on son, lets sit down and let me differentiate you a lilliputian about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his friend on the cover and said,"Don't worry you'll be okay man."

As Damon and Keegan walked to the far end of the electric chair to sit down, Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to drift around a bit."A lot of the people in compensate now aren't too live but I don't believe in separating them from the more ripe guys, it helps them get word. So there a couple people in here who should be able to sustain 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."Nonsense !"Stephen exclaimed,"Your kind of talent doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to make you grappling one of my considerably, if not best. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the urge he felt to seethe around on the mat."Absolutely. But I not entirely groom, I didn't bring any appurtenance"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 cogwheel made it a little mad at himself. Stephen waved his hired man,"Go see my wife 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 dark long sleeve rash guard, a pair of short circuit and a backtalk piece."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 adrenalin beginning to pump, his centre rate racing at the thought of getting on the mat. He laughed at himself, no affair how many clip he grappled ; it always felt like the first time to him. He walked back out of the bathroom, the cold roofing tile under his feet and leaving his apparel on the bench next to the figurehead parry. He walked back out to the mat and over to Stephen and said,"I'm ready. Let's do this."Stephen laughed a mysterious hearty laugh,"I love the eagerness. Alright, I'll oblige. Donovan, where are you at ?"A womanly articulation behind him said,"Over here."Damien turned around and his jaw dropped.

What a slew to behold. Tall, as she was almost eye tier with him, brown eyes, with blond hair that hair brown bar in, that was tied back in a ponytail to celebrate it out of her eyes. Cute lowly little nose, with these broad alcoholic backtalk. She was extremely busty, that very much was unmistakable, as she was wearing a compression shirt like his, but her thorax still protruded quite a bit. His eyes traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her hips were vauntingly and round, and she was in sprawling competitiveness shorts which hide the figure. She had to be packing an ass. And her ramification were thick, that led down to feet with precious garden pink colored toenails with peak 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 vocalisation. Even though she had just threatened him, her vox made Damien bustle in his shorts. She walked past him, bumping her shoulder into him hard as she did it, to the midpoint of the mat. Sir Leslie Stephen laughed again and said,"Good hazard son ”. He followed her and noticed her ass. It was vast. Even in the name hiding shorts, which weren't doing their job, it stuck out and could see it jiggling as she walked. The sight alone made him voiceless, very hard. She stopped and turned around to confront him, and the other grapple had stopped practicing and formed a circle around the two.

"You two ready ?"Stephen said outside the circle of pupil. The girlfriend looked at him and nodded her fountainhead 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 looker in battlefront of him, even though she had a spirit in her had that made her seem like she wanted to bust his head off, was making him very distracted. He extended his hand, customary between two antagonist as to wish each other a sound match.

She grabbed it with her outside hand, and shooting her inside hand under his armpit, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the ceiling fly before his eyes and landed hard on his binding, the wind knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could react, she threaded her free people hand under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the pressure level immediately go to build in his arm and articulatio humeri and knew he was in trouble. His mind shut off and instincts kicked. Because she was so quick to try and finish him, she had improved her position and taken the saddle horse, so with his legs free, Damien took his outside leg and swung it around in strawman of her typeface and pushed down, freeing his arm of her ignition lock and pushing her away. She was quick to recover. He was on his butt when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in full precaution. He put his hand on the back of her head and sucked it into his chest. She began to exploit on opening his ramification up, but with her struggling he became very aware that her massive white meat were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her breasts moving around him, he slipped out of his combatant mentality and felt his dick stir again,

She capitalized on his deficiency of Department of Defense and posted one of his knees to the ground and stepped over into half safety, 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 insistency on him. Now her heavyweight globes were right-hand in his face, suffocating him. Damien's mind switching back and Forth River between stimulation and fury. maddened that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this chick giant pap were crushing his face.

He reached his handwriting to pry one of hers off his head word, but she countered, grabbing it with a demise travelling bag. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his face and leaned back into an armbar. He knew he was in bother again, the pain in the neck in his elbow made him acutely aware of that. But again, her haste made her sloppy and he shot his free had up to snap up is forearm and used the additional quad her branch left to get his head costless. He postured up, now within her guard, and began to try and get some breathing elbow room, because her mighty pegleg were damn near crushing his costa."Goddamn this bitch is potent"Damien thought to him. He saw her eyes quickly shoot to his outside leg, and in an instant, knew she was going to attempt to swing out him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped guard quickly, landing in side control.

Even with her oral cavity safeguard in, he heard her say"nooky ”. He chuckled to him self, and she shot him dagger. She attempted to buck him off, but he was entirely to stable. He noted again, he was chest to chest, he could feel her breast on his chest and he even felt her nipples, they were hard. He tried to uphold nidus as her hips came of the priming as she tried to wind over him, but put up his forearm to block her reverse transition and slid his leg over her body. Now he had the mount and the upper berth hired man. She quickly reached up and sucked his head 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 go against 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 olfactory property. 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 breadbasket as he sat on top of her.

Disgusted with himself for disgracing his art by being unsporting 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 correct leg outside her head and then bury it under. Grabbing her helping hand, he rolled over locking his vertebral column of his knee on the top of his foot and sunk in a triangle choke. She started to endure up, but he picked her knee and she fell back down. Her face was turning bright red and her intimation was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his cock. Where her chief was locked in between his branch, 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 rose hip up, slipped his leg up and under into her fork. As his foot made physical contact, he mind raced. No, it couldn't be, its got ta be sweat. No… is she…is she wet ? Is she actually getting aroused at this ? He let his thought wander no more and sat up, completing the chalk.

Her capitulum was pushed forward, and he almost let out a small gasp. Her face was now being crushed into his dick ; he knew she could experience his severeness. He felt so embarrassed, he thought he was more professional than that, but grappling with mantrap had made him tough and now with her face squished into his dick, he want to do more to her, but he mind was relieved of such thought process. He felt her script slapping his thigh signaling her submission and he released her.

She took in a heavy gasp of air and expectoration out her mouthpiece. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a surprise amount of strength. Then he heard the clapping. He became aware of all the people that were in the room, in the heat of his bout he had forgotten there were still hoi polloi here. Sir Leslie Stephen walked to the gist of the circle they were in and slapped in on the cover."Goddamn son that was a estimable 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 aspect of all encompassing hatred and fucking offery at Damien. With that she stormed out of the lap and over to the fair sex's changing room.

"I really thought you had lost it there for a instant 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 unspoiled as I remember kid. If you start training here, I think my brother and I can really make something truly great out of you."Stephen said after telling the year to read a 5 hour break and pulling Damien off to the incline."We're like a kinsfolk here, and I think you'd really like it. And I believe the new student can learn from you just as a good deal they do from some of the other guys as well as Damon and myself. Plus a natural endowment like yours shouldn't go to the wayside with inactivity."Damien thought about it for a arcsecond, and replied,"I really like the feel here too, I'd be honored if you'd let me civilize her."“ Excellent !"Stephen said clapping his hired hand together."Alana ! Come here for a moment will you."The cleaning lady 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 delight take him up front and get him his document and the gear he needs on the house."Damien was quick 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, let do a dislocation of the equal you just watched."Turning away from the group, Damien followed Alana back to the figurehead of the facility.

She got him his registration papers and insurance newspaper which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a software program containing two efflorescence guards, one whiten and one nigrify, both long sleeved with discussion Salvatore Bros on the back. It also contained a pair of hand-to-hand struggle short that had Salvatore Bros down the leg and on the ass."Gym dues are to be paid first on every calendar month and it'll be $ 100."She reached behind the parry and handed him a towel and said,"There is a shower in the spine of the changing room and grievous bodily harm as well, You should go clean up. drum roll around there has made you a hot pile ”. He had even noticed, but he was still covered in sweat and stank pretty awful. Just then Keegan rounded the street corner."Hey Damien, Damon is showing me some old tape recording and giving me some background on Jiu Jitsu, can you wait up like another 45 minutes ?"he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that look in his eyes, the one most usually get when they are introduced to something that they like."Sure man, no problem I'll be in the car when your done."And with that he headed to the locker room.

He stripped quickly and got under the pee. It was tradition for him. He always took a nice hot shower after a catch, and went over his every move. But this time was dissimilar. He couldn't stop thinking about, his opponent Donovan. How incredibly sexy she was, how she made his blood pump, how when his dead body was pressed up against hers. He looked down and recognise how firmly he was. The girls he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big dick. It was about 9 in long, sizable over fair 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 aphrodisiac opponent. He wanted to bust one off real quick, but that would be disrespectful. He'd wait until he got back plate to jerk off to that aphrodisiacal bitch. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain in his arms from her Keylock and armbar and how his costa were still sore from that destruction travelling bag she had on him when he was in here guard. In between those duncish powerful legs… his judgement wandered off about being in between her legs and then caught himself. Laughing at himself, he turned the water system to cold and immediately tensed up under the sudden temperature change. Soon, his puppet went flaccid and he had had enough. He turned the water off and headed back to the locker where his clothes were.

He had just put on his boxers and pants when he felt someone behind him. He hadn't even heard the door to the locker elbow room open up. He turned around and took a fist to the typeface. The perforate caught him by surprise and his backbone hit the row of footlocker. He opened his optic again to front his aggressor, make to bump there fucking pass off when his jaw dropped again.

In front of him stood Donovan. Still sexy as all hell. His optic almost began to divagate again, but they were stopped by another clenched fist to the face. His head reeling, Damn this dame can punch he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted,"What the fuck is your job ?"“ No, what the fuck is yours"was her retort."You come in here thinking your hot SOB, basically eye rape me, and then your felt me up the stallion prison term we were grappling !"Damien mind was racing."Are you insane, you were beating me down the stallion time and I.."she interrupted him,"Oh so that wasn't your prick that was impaling me in my breadbasket, just a peal 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 choke him. Okay, enough is decent. It was like I was trying to actively grope 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 soundbox pressed up against his. Her breast mashed against he chest and she whispered in his ear with a hoarse vocalism that instantly made his prick hard,"If you wanted to feel me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could superintend was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the cheek. Then broad on the mouth. From the start she was forceful. Her deal moved from his throat to the back of his head, pulling him into her lips. Her good, lusty pouty lips. Damien's mind was moving at a Roman mile a minute. He tried to slow up down, to fully grasp the situation, and then…tongue. He felt her lips part his oral fissure and she slipped her inside. She flicked his natural language 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 Robert Brown eyes and said,"So are you going to sleep together me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit slow, apparently to slow for her liking. She rolled her eyes and said,"I guess I have to make the determination for you."She dropped to her knee, and with lightning speed is belt was off and on the level, soon followed by his denim. Her hands rubbed up and down his genital organ as she cooed,"What have we here ?"And with that she yanked drown his boxer and got popped in the face by his gumshoe springing forth. She laughed,"So that must be why your head dead right now, all your ancestry 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 shoot him apart, now with his gumshoe in her hand."Mhmm, you definitely are a big one aren't you ?"she said kissing the foreland of his very intemperate pecker. She then lifted it up and licked the prick from globe to tip and then it in her mouth.

Damien let out a gasp of air as his gumshoe was engulfed her warm and wet sassing. His soundbox was on blast. She started slowly, her head slowly moving down his quill and back up again. Every bit she moved cause Damien to get a little more lost in delight. She began to speed up, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. She continued on and on until she got about halfway down his dick. She tried to get farther but started to gag and came up for air. She tried again, her mind moving back and forth on his turncock, but couldn't get past that halfway fall guy. It was taking all of Damien willpower not to explode right there in her mouth. Who wouldn't ? This busty stunner was on her knee joint, fucking him with her oral fissure and he was loving it. He laughed as she to stay on to struggle with getting more of his tool in her mouth."What's the matter you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her straits bowel movement and looked at him. She had those deadly eyes again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with more intensity this metre, his magnetic pole hitting the spinal column of her throat. Then she started to swirl her glossa around his shaft while she was sucking it. Damien felt a little frail in the articulatio genus."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking beneficial at that."He said in a diffuse articulation, this blond vixen was trying to suck the meat on his bones."Fuuuuuuuck, darn that it…..whoooo…..shit girl.

He felt his toes wanting to draw in, the euphoric feeling in his dick…he wanted to follow so badly. She started stroking his dick too, the combination was killing him, he wasn't going to last much thirster if she kept up this treatment. The feel of her hands and that fucking mouth slobbing on his gumshoe was almost to much. And something in him, took over. That cardinal itch to fuck the life shit out of a woman. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big brownness middle and that did it. He grabbed his prick and pulled it out her mouth and pulled her to her fundament.

He pulled her in to a buss ; there was no romanticism, just lust pure lust. His hands traveled down to her shank and then to her ass. It was so large 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 nip. He felt her shuddered and moan into his oral cavity. He did it again but surd. She moaned louder and pressed harder into his dead body. Her massive tits were crushed up against his chest and she ground he crotch against his exposed tool. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her lips from his and said,"Shit, I'm so fucking wet."He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His hands going to her breasts, he grabbed two handfuls and began to meet with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so undecomposed"she moaned in a husky voice that sent Damien over the edge.

He grabbed her drawers and whispered in her ear,"You have too many wearing apparel on."She pushed her ass backwards into his pecker and primer it against his raging tough on and said,"You should fix that."Off her shortstop came, revealing one of the roundest, fattest asses that Damien had ever seen. He knelt down, smacking it. The resultant auditory sensation 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 good height and grabbing his dick, placed it at the entrance of her piece of ass box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her pelvis, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes. shag the decelerate shit. piece of ass me hard."And so Damien slid his fully duration inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to be intimate her. He quickly got up to full pep pill, ramming his dick into her soaked hole. He was in endorphin overburden. She was so wet, and so fucking tight."Just like that, just like that, don't diaphragm"she moaned in that strapping phonation that was driving Damien weirdo.

"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod fuuuuuuuuck, oh my good nooky me !"she screamed again. Damien looked down and the sight of her gargantuan ass bouncing off his prick and them him pulling her spine into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her drove chisel deep into her and her head came back as she cried,"shite, oh my god, do it again."He kept fucking her ands smacking her ass, he could feel how wet she was, the sound of his dick plunging in and out of her pussy gave it away to. His ball tightening he knew he couldn't live much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his push, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and audio of her screeching and groan of pleasure urged him on until she screamed"Don't stop aaahhhh don't stop aaahhh oh my god Im gon na come gon na come gon na come."

Without hesitating, he pulled out and turned her around. He grabbed he by the ass cheeks and slammed her into the lockers behind them. Parting her legs, he thrust forward, impaling her with his cock to the hilt."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !"she moaned and bit down into his neck. He felt ancestry trickle down his chest but he didn't care. He pounded her, banging her into the footlocker."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 gumshoe and started convulsing. Her body shook as she was racked with a powerful climax and her center rolled into the back of her straits.

"Don't stop don't period don't don't full stop"she whispers as her hip soil into his, and with the concluding of his resistance dwindling, he began thrusting into to her with every thing he had left."Oh shtup, fuck fuck roll in the hay, shit oh my respectable Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her snatch clamped down even tighter, and her nails dug into his back. That bit of pain was the end of Damien. With one last thrusting, he buried himself into her and an orgasm like he had never had before hit him like a ton of bricks."Goddamn, yessssss, make 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 zilch left to leave. He slowly back out of her and his putz came out with a small pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an block aspect."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 variety of got carried away."He sat down beside her and the silence around them made him palpate unbelievable awkward."So this is kind of weird."he said."A fiddling but the sex make up for it."Then it hit Damien,"waiting, you are you on…"“ Relax rivet, I'm on birth control. Now hand me my shorts."She said.

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a silver 530i with a dude sitting on the hood."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my brother Tim."she said anticipating the question. That's a respite that would have been crazy as nooky. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the introductions."Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook bridge player 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 footlocker elbow room with walked around to the passenger side of the car, as in a quiet voice so her comrade 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 telephone set ?"she asked, and he pulled his out of his air hole. She snatched it out of his custody and played with the screen a bit and handed it back to him."What we are going to do is I'm going base and you can call me."She said with a devilish grin as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his phone back into his pocket as he walked back to his car, just as Keegan walked out of the gym."Man this place is incredible. The comrade 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 a lot 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 drove away.

Later that night as Damien was laying in bed trying to accrue asleep, the events of the day kept replaying in his point. At schooling, at the gym, on the mat, in the locker room with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually girl figure. He grabbed his telephone set off his bedside dresser and pulled up his contact list and searched Donovan. 1 match. He put down his phone and drifted off to sleep, his dreams of Ashley Donovan .