*******So a yoke of year back, I had a talking with the master author of the MSA series. I like his story so much 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 experience and I 'll continue with it. If not, I 'll cease and desist. So this story is a bit short and slow to set out and the sex is ready, but its the untier. Following storey will be longer and have Thomas More sex. On another note, I 'm going to start crowd surf for my story ideas. So if you got an idea for a story, or a story you 've always wanted to see written, PM me and I 'll take a cranny at it. And as always crit is always welcome. I aim to please my colleague XNXXers. funfair air current and Following Seas*******

When Damien Daniel Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 pounds and a liquid Brown University pelt quality, 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 thai and jui jitsu at his gym, Wolfpak, had paid off. Now as he began his first twelvemonth at college in New Hampshire, away from all his ally and family back abode in Long Beach, he was set to take up fresh, to commence his new sprightliness. He finished shaving, and returned back to his room to get dressed. He put on a pair of light aristocratic jeans and a red clit up shirt.

Rolling up the sleeve to his elbows and putting on a pair of whitened Nikes, he couldn't wait for the first gear day of classes to begin. preference had shown him that this schooltime would be something Charles Frederick Worth memory, he just knew it. The fille were extremely attractive, and he had met a couple of sheik that seemed pretty cool too. He walked into the kitchen of his flat, grabbed an apple and headed downstairs to his pride and joy, his 95 Z28.

Most multitude didn't understand why he loved his car so much ; it was old, no doubt. But the classic motorcar that everyone loved today were, at one point in time, at an sticky clip stage where they were 17 year old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 years old, they suddenly became collector's composition. He was just making surely he had it from the get go. And it wasn't like it was a corrode pail. He had ported and polished the heads, dropped a performance camshaft in, put in a cold air intake, ceramic head back exhausts, a high stand torsion converter, a supercharger, and beguiler slick tyre. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the buttocks wheel. Not to observe the suspension was completely redone, the interior was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of black and purple with the paint job being a problematical mat total darkness. He did love his car, working on it for 5 twelvemonth and paying for it by working at this essence 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 fauna and how they looked at on in awe and excitement. He put on his sunglasses, and said to himself,"Yea, this is going to be a undecomposed year."
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Damien started on as the prof at the head of the class was going on about the program for the class. trig was his world-class class of the day, and he knew he was fucked. Math had never been his strong courtship and he had barely passed trig in high school. As he listened to the older man drone on about how the social class would be conducted, Damien let his middle wander around the lecture hall. There were a lot of really good looking female child in this course of instruction, he thought to himself. He already knew that this subject was going to be an uphill battle in the rain, but he might he a couple of hook-ups out of it.

The prof dismissed the class and he stood up and walked toward the exit. As he was just out the door, a voice behind him called out,"Hey Damien !"He turned around to see Max, a guy he had met during 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 duo of really hot wench. There's a political party Friday at one of their friends houses out in Student caparison, you down ?"“ Fucking A right field, I'm plot"Damien said."What do you hold next ?"To which Max replied,"English 101."Damien glad he had a class with someone he knew said,"sweet, I've got that one too ”. As the pair walked towards the construction of their next year, they couldn't help but notice all the coeds, the hot coeds all around them. There was a group of young lady over by some child's play tabular array, a yoke playing Frisbee with some guy rope under the trees, they were everywhere.

"So many selection, so fiddling difference."Max said as they watched they delectable female person."My goal this year is to bang as many of them as I possible can without getting herpes."“ well, there certainly isn't a dearth, so serious luck with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the construction. They walked in, found their lecture hall and got bum in the rear of the elbow room. As people started to pile, Max and Damien spotted three Thomas More Guy they met at orientation who came up to sit with them. Jake, a lanky white boy with blonde pilus, blue heart was one of those guy cable who should have grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha part. Keegan, was a bombastic Russian fellow, even marvellous than Damien by a couple of inches, and massively built but gave off that vibe that he wouldn't harm a fly until you fucked with him…then he'd tear your head off. And then there was Ricardo. He was a shorter guy, wax on Spaniard and even had the speech pattern and slicked back hair to go with it. The five of them caught up on the last couple of solar day while people continued to pour into the room.

Then Keegan asked Damien,"Hey did you see that soldierly art piazza right off campus ?"Damien auricle 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 ? Damn, definitely didn't know about that."Damien replied."wellspring, I'm going to hold in it out around 6 tonight. You want to fall ? You've done that kind of stuff and nonsense before right hand ?"Keegan asked."Yea, I know a footling, I'll come with you."

Damien was however, being quite small-scale. Back family he had been doing muay thai and jui jitsu for about 4 days. His pedestal up was good, but it was on the flat coat where he shined. He had gone to tourney and competitions winning a good majority of them for the section he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a honored grappling tournament known world wide and he placed second in that tourney for his sectionalisation. 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 upright instructors and not be one of those dime a dozen gyms. Just then the professor for that course of instruction walked in and began his introduction. But Damien mind was else where ; his psyche was on the mat.
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Damien and Keegan pulled into the parking of the gym. In neon letters above the readiness were the actor's line 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 strait of a lecture being given. There was an elderly lady at the movement desk, around 50 with grey fuzz Crow's understructure around the oculus, but a warming smile on her face."Hello, can I assist you ?"she asked. Damien said to her,"Hi, me and my friend 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 lesson right now, there are chairs on the mat, and you can go sit in and watch."“ Thank you very a good deal ma'am. seed on Lashkar-e-Tayyiba go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the corner towards the mat. There was a personal credit line of chairs along the wall where the two sat. In the center of the mat where two elderly gentlemen who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore brother and they were demonstrating a triangle choke coil crank. As the two watched on, Keegan leaned over to Damien and asked"What is he doing ?"Damien explained."For that move the attacked has his resister in a trigon choke. But because he's resisting the submission, the attack lifts his hips and sack opposite to the extraneous leg. Then, placing the top of his foot inside his resister genital organ, he sinks his hips down and sits up which doubles the imperativeness on the neck opening and immediately forces the opponent to tap out or have his neck broken."As on cue, one of the brothers demonstrates the movement and as soon as it was locked in, the early brother tapped the mat."shucks, that defecate expression like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The crony broke the traffic circle sending everyone out to practice the proficiency, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan."Hows it going boys ?"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 schooling down the road."Damon replied,"Yea we get a lot of the pupil who like to derive in from time to time. As you can see, we have a somewhat diverse group here."As Damien looked around he saw inglorious, white, male, female, younger and honest-to-goodness. It was a pretty diverse, a good sign, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to get laid shit up.

As he continued to look around, Stephen exclamation snapped him out of his observation."Hey wait a hour I know you. Ummm, Damien Inigo Jones right ?"“ Uh yea, how did you know that ?"Damien asked, puzzled."The Abu Dhabi finale yr, you were in the 180s. I followed your friction match and I have to say I was thoroughly imprint. You are extremely gifted. ignominy you didn't take first."Stephen said."Wow, I didn't even think some one would retrieve from a tourney a year ago."Damon spoke up,"No, I remember you now to, the last mates, that was one of the best couple I've seen. I rooted for you the entire time."Damien was happy he was colored skinned, he hated the thought of people seeing him bloom.

The brothers turned their attention to Keegan, the elephant in the elbow room."And what about you son ? Why so quieten ?"Sir Leslie Stephen asked."To be honest sir, this is the first time seeing anything like this. I guess this is sort of what a Pisces out of water look like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Sir Leslie Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the gentle monster,"seed on son, lets sit down and let me tell you a short about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his Quaker on the spinal column and said,"Don't trouble you'll be alright man."

As Damon and Keegan walked to the far end of the chairperson to sit down, Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to roll around a bit."A lot of the mass in mighty now aren't too experienced but I don't believe in separating them from the more forward-looking bozo, it helps them learn. So there a couple people in here who should be able-bodied to restrain 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 plain my ass."He said."Nonsense !"Stephen exclaimed,"Your kind of talent doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to have you grapnel one of my trump, if not best. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the urge he felt to roam around on the mat."Absolutely. But I not entirely gear up, I didn't bring any gear wheel"he said feeling a bit ashamed he didn't foresee this occurrent, either way he wanted to end up on the mat tonight and the fact that he didn't bring his gear made it a little mad at himself. Stephen waved his hired hand,"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 substance. The womanhood left for a minute and returned with a black long sleeve rash sentry duty, 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 right management."Thank you ma'am"he replied walking towards the changing room.

He quickly changed over, his epinephrin beginning to pump, his heart rate racing at the idea of getting on the mat. He laughed at himself, no matter how many times he grappled ; it always felt like the offset time to him. He walked back out of the bathroom, the cold roofing tile under his feet and leaving his wearing apparel on the bench next to the front counter. He walked back out to the mat and over to Sir Leslie Stephen and said,"I'm set up. Let's do this."Sir Leslie Stephen laughed a thick hearty laugh,"I love the eagerness. 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 stack to behold. Tall, as she was almost eye level with him, John Brown middle, with blond whisker that hair brownish bar in, that was tied back in a ponytail to restrain it out of her eyes. Cute low little nose, with these fully lushes sassing. She was extremely voluptuous, that much was evident, as she was wearing a compressing shirt like his, but her chest still protruded quite a bit. His center traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her hip were large and turn, and she was in Sprawl fight shorts which hide the shape. She had to be packing an ass. And her legs were compact, that led down to animal foot with precious pinko colored toenails with flush on the big tow.

"You gon na fucking stare all Nox or you going to get your ass kicked ?"this bang growled at him in menacing voice. Even though she had just threatened him, her spokesperson made Damien stir in his underdrawers. She walked past him, bumping her shoulder into him hard as she did it, to the gist of the mat. Stephen laughed again and said,"trade good circumstances son ”. He followed her and noticed her ass. It was huge. Even in the figure concealing shorts, which weren't doing their job, it stuck out and could see it jiggling as she walked. The sight alone made him tough, very hard. She stopped and turned around to face him, and the other grapnel had stopped practicing and formed a circle around the two.

"You two prepare ?"Stephen said outside the rophy of student. The girl looked at him and nodded her head and Damien said"Ready ”. Then Stephen sized the two of them up and said"Begin."Damien tried to get his mind together. This looker in front of him, even though she had a looking at in her had that made her seem like she wanted to tear his promontory off, was making him very distracted. He extended his deal, wonted between two resister as to bid each other a good match.

She grabbed it with her outside manus, and shooting her inside hand under his axillary cavity, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the ceiling fly before his eye and landed hard on his back, the wind knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could react, she threaded her gratis hand under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the pressure immediately start to build up in his arm and shoulder and knew he was in fuss. His mind shut off and instincts kicked. Because she was so quick to try and finish him, she had improved her side and taken the climb, so with his legs free people, Damien took his outside leg and swung it around in front of her face and pushed down, freeing his arm of her 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 total guard duty. He put his hand on the backrest of her heading and sucked it into his dresser. She began to work on opening his legs up, but with her struggling he became very aware that her monolithic titty were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her boob moving around him, he slipped out of his paladin brain and felt his dick hustle again,

She capitalized on his lack of defense and posted one of his articulatio genus to the land and stepped over into half guard, the shooting her other leg out and to his other side getting the climb. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his question and put pectus imperativeness on him. Now her giant earth were rectify in his face, suffocating him. Damien's judgment switching back and Forth between stimulation and fury. wild that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this dame giant titty were crushing his expression.

He reached his hand to pry one of hers off his psyche, but she countered, grabbing it with a Death grip. 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 his cubitus 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 supererogatory place her stage 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 ramification were damn near crushing his rib."Goddamn this beef is strong"Damien thought to him. He saw her heart quickly shoot to his exterior leg, and in an split second, knew she was going to try to embroil him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped hold 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 dagger. She attempted to buck him off, but he was entirely to stable. He noted again, he was chest to chest, he could experience her white meat on his chest and he even felt her nipples, they were hard. He tried to maintain focus as her hips came of the ground as she tried to rove over him, but put up his forearm to block her reversal passage and slid his leg over her body. Now he had the setting and the upper hired hand. She quickly reached up and sucked his chief to her chest to keep him from capitalizing with a submission effort. Once again, he was fount 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 sudation, he found himself attracted to the odor. 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 tum 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 clock time posted his decent leg outside her head and then sink it under. Grabbing her mitt, he rolled over locking his vertebral column of his knee joint on the top of his foot and sunk in a triangle choke coil. She started to stick out 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 dick. Where her mind was locked in between his legs, was directly on his hawkshaw. Got to end it now he thought to himself. Trying to ignore is arousal returning, he squeeze tighter and her mouthpiece piece popped out. But she wouldn't tap. So he lifted his hips up, slipped his leg up and under into her crotch. As his foot made inter-group communication, 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 view wander no more and sat up, completing the crank.

Her head was pushed forward, and he almost let out a small pant. Her face was now being crushed into his hawkshaw ; he knew she could experience his hardness. He felt so embarrassed, he thought he was more professional than that, but grappling with kayo had made him hard and now with her face squished into his hammer, he want to do more to her, but he idea was relieved of such thoughts. He felt her hired man slapping his second joint signaling her submission and he released her.

She took in a orotund gasp of air and spit out her mouthpiece. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a surprising measure 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 mass here. Stephen walked to the nub of the circle 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 undercoat where she was still getting up."I'm fine"she replied shooting what can only be described as the look of all encompassing hatred and shag 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 min 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 dependable as I remember kid. If you start training here, I think my sidekick and I can really take a crap something truly great out of you."Stephen said after telling the class to charter a 5 second severance and pulling Damien off to the English."We're like a family here, and I think you'd really like it. And I believe the unexampled educatee can learn from you just as much they do from some of the former guy as well as Damon and myself. Plus a endowment like yours shouldn't go to the wayside with inactivity."Damien thought about it for a second, and replied,"I really like the spirit here too, I'd be honored if you'd let me cultivate her."“ Excellent !"Stephen said clapping his hand together."Alana ! semen here for a bit will you."The cleaning lady from the strawman desk, who was Alana joined Damien and Sir Leslie Stephen on the mat."Yes dear ?"she asked."Damien is going to be joining us here so please occupy him up battlefront and get him his papers and the train he needs on the house."Damien was warm to say,"That's not necessary sir ..."But Sir Leslie Stephen waved his paw,"No worry son, its on us."He turned and walked back gist mat and said,"Alright everybody, gathering around, lets do a breakdown of the catch you just watched."Turning away from the group, Damien followed Alana back to the nominal head of the facility.

She got him his registration composition and insurance papers which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a computer software containing two rash guards, one ovalbumin and one black, both long sleeved with discussion Salvatore Bros on the spinal column. 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 calendar month and it'll be $ 100."She reached behind the return and handed him a towel and said,"There is a shower bath in the back of the changing elbow room and soap as well, You should go cleanse up. Roll around there has made you a hot sight ”. He had even noticed, but he was still covered in sweat and stank pretty awful. Just then Keegan rounded the recession."Hey Damien, Damon is showing me some old tape recording and giving me some backdrop on Jiu Jitsu, can you look up like another 45 mo ?"he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that look in his eye, the one well-nigh 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 cabinet room.

He stripped quickly and got under the water. It was tradition for him. He always took a prissy hot exhibitioner after a match, and went over his every move. But this prison term was different. He couldn't full stop thinking about, his opponent Donovan. How incredibly sexy she was, how she made his blood pump, how when his body was pressed up against hers. He looked down and understand how hard he was. The young lady he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big dick. It was about 9 inches long, healthy over medium but it was thick too. He'd have to say circuit 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 veridical quick, but that would be disrespectful. He'd wait until he got back home to jerk off to that aphrodisiacal cunt. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain in his arms from her Keylock and armbar and how his ribs were still sore from that demise grip she had on him when he was in here guard. In between those stocky mightily legs… his judgment wandered off about being in between her legs and then caught himself. Laughing at himself, he turned the water to cold and immediately tensed up under the sudden temperature alteration. Soon, his cock went flaccid and he had had enough. He turned the water off and headed back to the footlocker where his wearing apparel were.

He had just put on his boxers and drawers when he felt somebody behind him. He hadn't even heard the doorway to the locker room unfold. He turned around and took a clenched fist to the font. The puncher caught him by surprise and his back hit the row of lockers. He opened his eyes again to face his attacker, ready to pick apart there fucking fountainhead off when his jaw dropped again.

In front of him stood Donovan. Still aphrodisiacal as all hellhole. His eyes almost began to wander again, but they were stopped by another clenched fist to the expression. His foreland reeling, shit this chick can plug he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted,"What the screw is your problem ?"“ No, what the piece of tail is yours"was her retort."You come in here thinking your hot shit, basically eye rape me, and then your felt me up the entire sentence we were grappling !"Damien creative thinker 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 stomach, just a scroll of living quarters right ? Or when you put me in a Triangulum, and basically forced your dick into my face ? 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 choke him. Okay, enough is sufficiency. It was like I was trying to actively grope her, it just happened. But this is going to far he thought getting set to choose her off of him.

But then she got closer, her head right next to his ear, and her body pressed up against his. Her breast mashed against he pectus and she whispered in his ear with a gruff voice that instantly made his putz 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 sassing. From the starting time she was forceful. Her hand moved from his throat to the back of his head, pulling him into her backtalk. Her full, red-blooded pouty back talk. Damien's judgement was moving at a naut mi a arcminute. He tried to slow down, to fully grasp the berth, and then…tongue. He felt her lips character his mouth and she slipped her interior. She flicked his spit 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 brownness eyes and said,"So are you going to have it away me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit sluggish, apparently to slow for her liking. She rolled her eyes and said,"I guess I have to fix the determination for you."She dropped to her articulatio genus, and with lightning f number is belt was off and on the trading floor, soon followed by his dungaree. Her deal rubbed up and down his crotch as she cooed,"What have we here ?"And with that she yanked drown his packer and got popped in the boldness by his dick springing forth. She laughed,"So that must be why your brain suddenly right now, all your blood is down here."Damien looked down and just could not trust it. Here was this drop-off dead gorgeous girl, who he thought was going to try and shoot down him apart, now with his dick in her hand."Mhmm, you definitely are a big one aren't you ?"she said kissing the chief of his very hard dick. She then lifted it up and licked the shaft from bollock to tip and then it in her oral cavity.

Damien let out a gasp of air as his dick was engulfed her warm and wet mouth. His body was on fire. She started slowly, her head slowly moving down his shaft and back up again. Every bit she moved caused Damien to get a little more than lost in pleasure. She began to zip up, her drumhead bobbing up and down on his cock. She continued on and on until she got about halfway down his shaft. 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 tool, but couldn't get past that halfway scrape. It was taking all of Damien possession not to explode right there in her mouth. Who wouldn't ? This busty beauty was on her knees, fucking him with her lip and he was loving it. He laughed as she to continue to struggle with getting more of his dick in her backtalk."What's the matter you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her caput bowel movement and looked at him. She had those deadly middle again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with more chroma this clip, his rod hitting the back of her throat. Then she started to swirl her knife around his shaft while she was sucking it. Damien felt a little sapless in the knees."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking full at that."He said in a voiced vocalization, this blonde vixen was trying to take in the meat on his finger cymbals."Fuuuuuuuck, shit that it…..whoooo…..shit girl.

He felt his toes wanting to curl, the euphoric feeling in his dick…he wanted to come so badly. She started stroking his dick too, the combining was killing him, he wasn't going to last much retentive if she kept up this handling. The feel of her script and that fucking mouth slobbing on his dick was almost to much. And something in him, took over. That primal urge to fuck the living shit out of a woman. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big chocolate-brown centre and that did it. He grabbed his dick and pulled it out her mouth and pulled her to her feet.

He pulled her in to a candy kiss ; there was no romance, just lust pure lust. His custody traveled down to her waistline and then to her ass. It was so large that he could snap up all of it. But he tried. As the two each other with there tongues, he squeezed he ass and gave it a sapidity. He felt her shuddered and groan into his lip. He did it again but harder. She moaned louder and pressed harder into his body. Her massive tits were crushed up against his dresser and she ground he crotch against his break cock. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her sassing from his and said,"Irish bull, I'm so fucking wet."He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His hands going to her breast, he grabbed two handfuls and began to meet with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so good"she moaned in a Eskimo dog voice that sent Damien over the edge.

He grabbed her short circuit and whispered in her ear,"You have too many clothes on."She pushed her ass backwards into his dick and ground it against his raging hard on and said,"You should fix that."Off her shorts came, revealing one of the roundest, fattest asses that Damien had ever seen. He knelt down, smacking it. The result 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 full-of-the-moon superlative and grabbing his pecker, placed it at the entering of her fuck box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her articulatio coxae, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, shtup yes. nooky the tardily shit. Fuck me hard."And so Damien slid his full distance inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to get it on her. He quickly got up to full velocity, ramming his dick into her slopped kettle of fish. He was in endorphin overload. She was so wet, and so fucking tight."Just like that, just like that, don't full stop"she moaned in that hoarse part that was driving Damien crazy.

"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod fuuuuuuuuck, oh my good fuck me !"she screamed again. Damien looked down and the mass of her hulk ass bouncing off his tool and them him pulling her binding into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her drove oceanic abyss into her and her forefront came back as she cried,"Shit, oh my god, do it again."He kept fucking her ands smacking her ass, he could feel how wet she was, the auditory sensation of his gumshoe plunging in and out of her puss gave it away to. His ball tightening he knew he couldn't lowest much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his thrust, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and sounds of her shrieking and moan of pleasure urged him on until she screamed"Don't quit aaahhhh don't stop aaahhh oh my god Im gon na come gon na fare 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 stage, 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 breast but he didn't tutelage. 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 pussycat clamp down onto his prick and started convulsing. Her body shook as she was racked with a powerful sexual climax and her heart rolled into the backrest of her head.

"Don't closure don't stop don't don't stop"she whispers as her hip priming into his, and with the cobbler's last of his opposition dwindling, he began thrusting into to her with every matter he had left."Oh fuck, piece of ass fuck fuck, shit oh my good Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her pussy clamped down even tighter, and her nail dug into his rear. That bit of pain 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, ingest it slut"He moaned into her ear as he pumped his cum into her. He came for what seemed like an infinity, before he had nothing left to give. He slowly back out of her and his peter came out with a small pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an embarrassed look."I cant feel my legs."

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

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a silver grey 530i with a swell sitting on the thug."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my brother Tim."she said anticipating the doubt. That's a easement that would have been crazy as fuck. 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 Wyrd that Tim had to goofiest grinning on his face. What does he eff Damien thought to himself. As this extremely attractive female, who he had just had sex in a locker way with walked around to the passenger side of the car, as in a quiet voice so her pal 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 ?"she asked, and he pulled his out of his pocket. She snatched it out of his hands and played with the screenland a bit and handed it back to him."What we are going to do is I'm going home and you can shout me."She said with a diabolical grin as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his sound back into his scoop as he walked back to his car, just as Keegan walked out of the gym."Man this space is unbelievable. The brothers are real number 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 ride with me when we need to train."And with that they both got in the car and get away.

Later that night as Damien was laying in bed trying to lessen asleep, the consequence of the day kept replaying in his head. At school, at the gym, on the mat, in the locker room with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually girlfriend name. He grabbed his phone off his bedside chest and pulled up his liaison list and searched Donovan. 1 match. He put down his phone and drifted off to slumber, his dreams of Ashley Donovan .