*******So a couple of year back, I had a lecture with the original 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 all of the series. If you all like it, let me get it on and I 'll keep with it. If not, I 'll cease and abstain. So this story is a bit shortsighted and slow to start out and the sex is quickly, but its the opener. Following story will be thirster and have more sex. On another note, I 'm going to take up crowd breaker for my story ideas. So if you got an estimate for a tarradiddle, or a narrative you 've always wanted to see written, PM me and I 'll choose a crack at it. And as always crit is always welcome. I aim to please my young man XNXXers. Fair Winds and Following Seas*******

When Damien Mother Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 pounds and a smooth brownness skin timbre, with he knew all that time spent in the gym over the summer had been worth it. He had a well defined physical structure. The 60 minutes 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 class at college in New Hampshire down, away from all his friends and kinsperson back home in Long Beach, he was cook to set off fresh, to begin his new life. He finished shaving, and returned back to his room to get dressed. He put on a span of visible light blue denim and a red button up shirt.

Rolling up the arm to his cubital joint and putting on a pair of whiten Nikes, he couldn't wait for the outset day of classes to begin. orientation had shown him that this school would be something worth remembering, he just knew it. The girls were extremely attractive, and he had met a couple of dandy 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.

to the highest degree people didn't understand why he loved his car so much ; it was old, no doubtfulness. But the classic car that everyone loved today were, at one point in prison term, at an ill at ease time leg where they were 17 geezerhood old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 years old, they suddenly became gatherer's spell. He was just making trusted he had it from the get go. And it wasn't like it was a corrode bucket. He had ported and polished the heads, dropped a public presentation camshaft in, put in a cold air inlet, ceramic header back exhausts, a in high spirits stall torque convertor, a supercharger, and cheater glossy tire. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the rump bicycle. Not to cite the intermission was completely redo, the interior was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of pitch-black and empurpled with the paint job being a tough lustrelessness black. He did love his car, working on it for 5 years 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 sentence as a gaggle of girls walked across the street. Damien could see in the rear view mirror them saltation at the sound of the savage 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 good year."
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Damien started on as the professor at the head of the division was going on about the syllabus for the yr. Trigonometry was his starting time class of the day, and he knew he was fucked. Math had never been his warm suit and he had barely passed trig in richly school. As he listened to the older man drone on about how the class would be conducted, Damien let his optic wander around the lecture hall. There were a lot of really good looking daughter in this class, he thought to himself. He already knew that this theme was going to be an uphill battle in the rain, but he might he a twosome of hook-ups out of it.

The prof dismissed the course of instruction and he stood up and walked toward the loss. As he was just out the doorway, a voice behind him called out,"Hey Damien !"He turned around to see Max, a guy he had met during orientation walking up to him."What's up bro"Damien replied"I didn't see you in there ”."Yea, I was up in the back talking with a duad of really hot chicks. There's a company Friday at one of their champion theatre out in Student living accommodations, you down ?"“ Fucking A right wing, I'm game"Damien said."What do you have next ?"To which Max replied,"English 101."Damien glad he had a class with someone he knew said,"dessert, I've got that one too ”. As the duo walked towards the building of their next class, they couldn't help but notice all the coeds, the hot coeds all around them. There was a group of female child over by some field day tables, a couple playing Frisbee with some guy under the Tree, they were everywhere.

"So many choices, so footling difference."Max said as they watched they yummy females."My destination this class is to bang as many of them as I possible can without getting herpes."“ Well, there certainly isn't a shortage, so near luck with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their public lecture foyer and got seats in the spinal column of the room. As the great unwashed started to throng, Max and Damien spotted three more guys they met at orientation who came up to sit with them. Jake, a lanky bloodless boy with blonde hair, gamy optic was one of those cat who should induce grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha voice. Keegan, was a large Russian dude, even marvelous than Damien by a pair 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, full on Spaniard and even had the idiom and slicked back haircloth to go with it. The five of them caught up on the last couplet of twenty-four hours while the great unwashed continued to pour into the room.

Then Keegan asked Damien,"Hey did you see that soldierly art home right off campus ?"Damien ears perking up replied,"No, I didn't know there was any place like that around here."“ Yea, they teach jay jetsu or something like that."Haha, you mean Jiu Jitsu ? Damn, definitely didn't know about that."Damien replied."wellspring, I'm going to check it out around 6 tonight. You want to occur ? 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. Back habitation he had been doing muay thai and jui jitsu for about 4 year. His outdoor stage up was good, but it was on the priming coat where he shined. He had gone to tourney and competitions winning a good legal age of them for the class he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a prestigious rassling tournament known world wide of the mark and he placed second in that tourney for his division. He mind wandered off, thinking about that Nox and excited to have found another gym so quickly. He hoped that it would pan out and have good teacher and not be one of those dime a dozen gym. Just then the professor for that course of instruction walked in and began his introduction. But Damien thinker was else where ; his mind was on the mat.
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Damien and Keegan pulled into the parking of the gym. In neon letter of the alphabet above the facility were the words Salvatore Bros."This is the piazza ?"Damien asked and Keegan nodded his oral sex. They both got out and head word towards the door. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the auditory sensation of a lecture being given. There was an old Lady at the forepart desk, around 50 with grey hair Corvus's groundwork around the eyes, but a warming smile on her face."hello, can I help oneself you ?"she asked. Damien said to her,"Hi, me and my friend here are new to the domain 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 lot ma'am. Come on lets go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the corner towards the mat. There was a wrinkle of professorship along the wall where the two sat. In the meat of the mat where two older gentlemen who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore blood brother and they were demonstrating a triangle choke deoxyephedrine. 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 opposite in a triangle choke. But because he's resisting the submission, the snipe lifts his pelvis and shifts opposite to the outside leg. Then, placing the top of his fundament inside his opposition crotch, he sinks his pelvic girdle down and sits up which doubles the force per unit area on the neck and immediately forces the opponent to tap out or have his neck broken."As on cue, one of the pal demonstrates the relocation and as soon as it was locked in, the other chum tapped the mat."Damn, that snitch looks like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The brothers broke the rophy sending everyone out to drill 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 trivial out of his factor,"Yes sir, we both just started school day down the road."Damon replied,"Yea we get a lot of the students who like to get along in from clip to time. As you can see, we have a jolly diverse mathematical group here."As Damien looked around he saw black, Edward Douglas White Jr., male, female person, immature and older. It was a jolly diverse, a dear signaling, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to have a go at it shit up.

As he continued to look around, Stephen exclamation snapped him out of his notice."Hey wait a minute I know you. Ummm, Damien Mary Harris Jones right ?"“ Uh yea, how did you sleep together that ?"Damien asked, puzzled."The Abu Dhabi last class, you were in the 180s. I followed your mate and I have to say I was thoroughly print. 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 yr ago."Damon spoke up,"No, I remember you now to, the final stage match, that was one of the best equal I've seen. I rooted for you the entire time."Damien was gladiola he was dark scramble, he hated the sentiment of people seeing him blush.

The brothers turned their attention to Keegan, the elephant in the elbow room."And what about you son ? Why so tranquility ?"Sir Leslie Stephen asked."To be honest sir, this is the first metre seeing anything like this. I guess this is kind of what a fish out of water tone like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Sir Leslie Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the assuage whale,"seminal fluid on son, lets sit down and let me tell you a niggling about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his admirer on the back and said,"Don't worry you'll be alright man."

As Damon and Keegan walked to the far end of the chairman to sit down, Sir Leslie Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to wheel around a bit."A lot of the people in right now aren't too have but I don't believe in separating them from the more in advance guys, it helps them ascertain. So there a couple the great unwashed in here who should be capable to keep up with you…for a little piece at least."Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be Negro."I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably kick my ass."He said."Nonsense !"Sir Leslie Stephen exclaimed,"Your kind of gift doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to consume you grip one of my comfortably, if not best. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the urge he felt to tramp around on the mat."Absolutely. But I not entirely prepared, I didn't bring any gear"he said feeling a bit ashamed he didn't foresee this happening, either way he wanted to end up on the mat tonight and the fact that he didn't bring his power train made it a little mad at himself. Stephen waved his handwriting,"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 subject matter. The cleaning lady left for a minute of arc and returned with a Negroid long arm rash guard, a pair of boxershorts and a verbalise firearm."Here you go, the Men's changing room is just that way"she said pointing him in the the right way focusing."Thank you ma'am"he replied walking towards the changing room.

He quickly changed over, his adrenalin beginning to pump, his heart rate racing at the opinion of getting on the mat. He laughed at himself, no matter how many times he grappled ; it always felt like the number one time to him. He walked back out of the privy, the cold tile under his animal foot and leaving his apparel on the bench next to the front return. He walked back out to the mat and over to Stephen and said,"I'm quick. Let's do this."Stephen laughed a oceanic abyss hearty laugh,"I love the forwardness. 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 heap to behold. Tall, as she was almost eye tier with him, brownness heart, with blond hair that pilus John Brown run in, that was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. Cute small little nose, with these full moon lushes back talk. She was extremely full-bosomed, that often was observable, as she was wearing a compressing shirt like his, but her chest still protruded quite a bit. His eyes traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her hips were large and beat, and she was in urban sprawl fight shorts which hide the image. She had to be packing an ass. And her stage were thickset, that led down to groundwork with cute pink colored toenails with flowers on the big tow.

"You gon na fucking stare all Night or you going to get your ass kicked ?"this belt growled at him in menacing voice. Even though she had just threatened him, her voice made Damien stir in his shorts. She walked past him, bumping her articulatio humeri into him heavy as she did it, to the centre of the mat. Sir Leslie Stephen laughed again and said,"good luck son ”. He followed her and noticed her ass. It was immense. Even in the figure hiding shorts, which weren't doing their job, it stuck out and could see it jiggling as she walked. The good deal alone made him hard, very hard. She stopped and turned around to present him, and the former grapplers had stopped practicing and formed a roofy around the two.

"You two ready ?"Stephen said outside the circle of bookman. The miss 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 head together. This beauty in front of him, even though she had a face in her had that made her seem like she wanted to rupture his head off, was making him very distracted. He extended his hand, customary between two opposer as to wish each other a adept match.

She grabbed it with her exterior hand, and shooting her inside hand under his axilla, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the ceiling fly before his oculus and landed hard on his back, the twist knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could react, she threaded her relieve hired hand under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the pressure immediately get to ramp up in his arm and shoulder joint and knew he was in trouble. His idea shut off and instincts kicked. Because she was so speedy to try and cease him, she had improved her position and taken the backing, so with his legs free, 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 ready to recover. He was on his butt when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in entire safety device. He put his hired man on the back of her head and sucked it into his chest. She began to work on opening his legs up, but with her struggling he became very aware that her massive titty were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her breast moving around him, he slipped out of his fighter learning ability and felt his dick stir again,

She capitalized on his lack of defense and posted one of his knees to the earth and stepped over into one-half guard, the shooting her early leg out and to his other side of meat getting the backing. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his psyche and put chest pressure on him. Now her giant orb were aright in his typeface, suffocating him. Damien's mind switching back and forth between arousal and frenzy. Furious that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this chick giant star tits were crushing his cheek.

He reached his bridge player to pry one of hers off his fountainhead, but she countered, grabbing it with a dying grasp. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his human 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 soggy and he shot his free people had up to grab is forearm and used the redundant space her legs left to get his head free. He postured up, now within her sentry duty, and began to try and get some breathing room, because her hefty wooden leg were damn near crushing his ribs."Goddamn this bitch is stiff"Damien thought to him. He saw her heart quickly shoot to his outside leg, and in an wink, knew she was going to seek to sweep him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped sentry go quickly, landing in side control.

Even with her mouth safety device in, he heard her say"Fuck ”. 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 titty on his chest and he even felt her nipple, they were hard. He tried to maintain focus as her hips came of the land as she tried to roll over him, but put up his forearm to choke up her reverse modulation and slid his leg over her dead body. Now he had the mount and the amphetamine helping hand. She quickly reached up and sucked his head to her breast to prevent him from capitalizing with a submission attempt. Once again, he was boldness first in her glorious knoll, and with her squirming to shoot 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 fragrance. In his ear he heard her say,"deviant"in his ear. He then became aware of the fact that his hard on was poking her in the stomach as he sat on top of her.

Disgusted with himself for disgracing his art by being dirty like, for getting aroused by his opposer when he should only be focused on winning. He resolved that this was over now, popped he head up, and at the Lapp time posted his the right way leg outside her forefront and then go under it under. Grabbing her helping hand, he rolled over locking his back of his knee on the top of his foot and sunk in a Triangle choking coil. She started to stand up, but he picked her human knee and she fell back down. Her cheek was turning bright red and her breath was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his dick. Where her oral sex 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 spell popped out. But she wouldn't tap. So he lifted his hips up, slipped his leg up and under into her crotch. As his groundwork 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 think wander no to a greater extent and sat up, completing the crank.

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 palpate his hardness. He felt so embarrassed, he thought he was more master than that, but grappling with knockout had made him hard and now with her face squished into his cock, he want to do more to her, but he head was relieved of such intellection. He felt her hand slapping his second joint signaling her submission and he released her.

She took in a tumid gasp of air and spit out her mouthpiece. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a surprise amount of specialty. Then he heard the clapping. He became cognizant of all the people that were in the elbow room, in the heat of his bust he had forgotten there were still people here. Sir Leslie Stephen walked to the marrow of the rophy they were in and slapped in on the spinal column."Goddamn son that was a estimable 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 hate and fuck offery at Damien. With that she stormed out of the set and over to the woman's changing room.

"I really thought you had lost it there for a minute when she had you in the Keylock, and then the armbar, but I know now you where just toying with her. You're still just a safe as I remember kid. If you start training here, I think my brother and I can really make something truly with child out of you."Stephen said after telling the category to take a 5 minute good luck and pulling Damien off to the side."We're like a family here, and I think you'd really like it. And I believe the novel students can learn from you just as practically they do from some of the other guy wire 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 tactile property here too, I'd be honored if you'd let me trail her."“ Excellent !"Stephen said clapping his hands together."Alana ! Come here for a moment will you."The adult female from the front desk, who was Alana joined Damien and Stephen on the mat."Yes lamb ?"she asked."Damien is going to be joining us here so delight take him up front and get him his papers 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, lets do a breakdown of the match you just watched."Turning away from the group, Damien followed Alana back to the front of the facility.

She got him his adjustment papers and indemnity papers which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a software program containing two rash precaution, one White person and one black, both long sleeved with Word of God Salvatore Bros on the back. It also contained a yoke of grapnel trunks 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 sideboard and handed him a towel and said,"There is a rain shower in the cover of the changing room and soap as well, You should go scavenge up. Roll around there has made you a hot mess ”. He had even noticed, but he was still covered in fret and stank pretty terrible. Just then Keegan rounded the corner."Hey Damien, Damon is showing me some old magnetic tape 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 heart, the one near usually get when they are introduced to something that they like."Sure man, no problem I'll be in the car when your done."And with that he headed to the cabinet room.

He stripped quickly and got under the piddle. It was tradition for him. He always took a skillful hot cascade after a mate, and went over his every move. But this clip was unlike. He couldn't 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 recognize how backbreaking he was. The girls he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big dick. It was about 9 inches long, tidy over mean but it was thick too. He'd have to say circumference Stephen Samuel Wise it was about 6 maybe 7 in around.

And right now it was at wide duration, thinking about his aphrodisiac opponent. He wanted to break one off rattling quick, but that would be awless. He'd wait until he got back household to jerk off to that sexy beef. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain in his weaponry from her Keylock and armbar and how his rib were still sore from that expiry grip she had on him when he was in here guard duty. In between those thick powerful legs… his mind wandered off about being in between her peg and then caught himself. Laughing at himself, he turned the urine to cold and immediately tensed up under the sudden temperature change. Soon, his tool went flaccid and he had had enough. He turned the urine off and headed back to the cabinet where his clothes were.

He had just put on his Boxer and drawers when he felt individual behind him. He hadn't even heard the door to the storage locker way open. He turned around and took a fist to the facial expression. The clout caught him by surprise and his rachis hit the row of lockers. He opened his optic again to face his aggressor, fix to criticise there fucking head off when his jaw dropped again.

In presence of him stood Donovan. Still aphrodisiacal as all hell. His centre almost began to wander again, but they were stopped by another fist to the face. His head reeling, tinker's dam this chick can punch he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted,"What the nooky is your problem ?"“ No, what the fuck 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 time we were grappling !"Damien intellect 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 roll of quarters right ? Or when you put me in a triangle, and basically forced your dick into my cheek ? Right ? Right ?"Damien was flabbergasted. He fucked up and he knew it. He was going to apologize when he hand came shooting to his throat and started to conk him. Okay, enough is enough. It was like I was trying to actively grope her, it just happened. But this is going to far he thought getting prepare to subscribe to her off of him.

But then she got closer, her head teacher right next to his ear, and her organic structure pressed up against his. Her knocker mashed against he chest and she whispered in his ear with a husky voice that instantly made his prick hard,"If you wanted to feel me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could make do was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the cheek. Then full on the back talk. From the start she was forceful. Her hand moved from his pharynx to the book binding of his head, pulling him into her backtalk. Her full, lustful pouty lips. Damien's mind was moving at a mile a minute. He tried to slow down, to fully grasp the office, and then…tongue. He felt her mouth part his sassing and she slipped her inside. She flicked his clapper 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 brown eyes and said,"So are you going to fuck me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit slow, apparently to slow up for her liking. She rolled her optic and said,"I guess I have to make the decision for you."She dropped to her knee, and with lightning amphetamine is belt was off and on the level, soon followed by his jeans. Her script rubbed up and down his crotch as she cooed,"What have we here ?"And with that she yanked drown his boxer and got popped in the face by his dick springing forth. She laughed,"So that must be why your brain dead right now, all your rake is down here."Damien looked down and just could not believe it. Here was this drop dead gorgeous young woman, who he thought was going to try and buck him apart, now with his hawkshaw in her bridge player."Mhmm, you definitely are a big one aren't you ?"she said kissing the head of his very hard hawkshaw. She then lifted it up and licked the dick from balls to tip and then it in her backtalk.

Damien let out a pant of air as his dick was engulfed her warm and wet sassing. His body was on fire. She started slowly, her head slowly moving down his slam and back up again. Every bit she moved get Damien to get a little Sir Thomas More lost in pleasure. She began to rush along up, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. She continued on and on until she got about halfway down his dick. She tried to get farther but started to gag and came up for air. She tried again, her school principal moving back and Forth River on his hammer, but couldn't get past that halfway mark. It was taking all of Damien self-possession not to break loose right there in her mouth. Who wouldn't ? This busty mantrap was on her articulatio genus, fucking him with her backtalk and he was loving it. He laughed as she to continue to shinny with getting more of his dick in her sass."What's the affair you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her head teacher crusade 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 loudness this clip, his terminal hitting the book binding of her throat. Then she started to whirlpool her spit around his dick while she was sucking it. Damien felt a short weak in the knees."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking thoroughly at that."He said in a balmy voice, this blonde harpy was trying to suck in the meat on his bones."Fuuuuuuuck, damn that it…..whoooo…..shit girl.

He felt his toes wanting to curl, the euphoric flavour 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 last much thirster if she kept up this discussion. The tone of her hands and that fucking mouth slobbing on his dick was almost to practically. And something in him, took over. That primal urge to fuck the living shit out of a char. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big brown centre and that did it. He grabbed his prick and pulled it out her mouthpiece and pulled her to her infantry.

He pulled her in to a candy kiss ; there was no romance, just lust pure lust. His hired man traveled down to her waist and then to her ass. It was so large that he could catch all of it. But he tried. As the two each other with there tongues, he squeezed he ass and gave it a smack. He felt her shuddered and moan into his oral cavity. He did it again but toilsome. She moaned louder and agitate harder into his dead body. Her massive tits were crushed up against his chest and she ground he crotch against his break cock. 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 handful and began to encounter with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so well"she moaned in a strapping spokesperson that sent Damien over the edge.

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

Damien stood to his full summit and grabbing his dick, placed it at the entrance of her screwing box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her hips, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes. Fuck the tiresome shit. shtup me hard."And so Damien slid his full-of-the-moon length inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to fuck her. He quickly got up to wax focal ratio, ramming his hawkshaw into her tight hole. He was in endorphin overload. She was so wet, and so fucking tight."Just like that, just like that, don't stop consonant"she moaned in that Eskimo dog vocalization that was driving Damien weirdo.

"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 cock and them him pulling her back into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her horde deep into her and her chief came back as she cried,"mother fucker, 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 putz plunging in and out of her twat gave it away to. His ball tightening he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his thrust, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and speech sound of her wow and moans of joy urged him on until she screamed"Don't stop aaahhhh don't occlusion aaahhh oh my god Im gon na get gon na do 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 cervix. He felt blood trickle down his chest but he didn't concern. 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 twat clamp down onto his pecker and started convulsing. Her body shook as she was racked with a mighty orgasm and her centre rolled into the back of her head.

"Don't stoppage don't occlusive don't don't stop"she whispers as her hip primer into his, and with the last of his resistance dwindling away, he began thrusting into to her with every affair he had left."Oh ass, shag fuck fuck, shit oh my good Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her kitty-cat clamped down even loaded, and her pinpoint dug into his back. That bit of nuisance was the end of Damien. With one final stab, he buried himself into her and an coming like he had never had before hit him like a ton of bricks."Goddamn, yessssss, bring 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 cave in. He slowly back out of her and his prick came out with a small pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an humiliated face."I cant feel my legs."

He had to express joy, 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 feel incredible awkward."So this is sort of weird."he said."A piffling but the sex make up for it."Then it hit Damien,"delay, you are you on…"“ Relax stud, I'm on parentage control condition. Now hand me my shorts."She said.

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a ash gray 530i with a dude sitting on the punk."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my blood brother Tim."she said anticipating the head. That's a moderation that would have been crazy as fuck. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the initiation."Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook hired hand and Damien thought it was Weird that Tim had to goofiest smiling on his font. 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 walk around to the rider side of the car, as in a quiet voice so her brother couldn't her, as he got into the driver side.

"So I'm going to start training here, so what do we do now ?"“ Got a phone ?"she asked, and he pulled his out of his sac. She snatched it out of his script and played with the CRT screen a bit and handed it back to him."What we are going to do is I'm going home and you can call off me."She said with a diabolical grinning 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 place is incredible. The brothers are actual 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 good deal 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 labor away.

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