Slam Dunk Miyagi Novels & Stories

"Please." Miya felt a bit dizzy. She had her eyes closed. Her hands were clenched so tightly that she could feel her nails scraping her palms. It was so overwhelming that she began to lose control of her body. "Sir, please stop." She tried to speak while holding back her racing heart. But Damian wasn't listening. He kept going, sliding the tip of his tongue into her increasingly wet opening. His two big hands held Miya's thighs apart. He gave Miya's shapely rear end a little nudge, just above the edge of the pool.

I missed Joel so badly, and it was hours before I fell asleep. The match wasn’t broadcast on any cable stations, but it was streamed live by a local television station in Ohio. If I enlarged the video on my laptop it was blurry, so I was stuck watching a small box where I could barely make out players’ faces. I stayed glued to my laptop throughout the entire match. The Slam won by seven and I was going to the championship. I decided not to think about it and slowly got ready for the charity dinner. I tried my hair in several styles, finally settling on an up-sweep that got it off my shoulders and exposed more skin. I was now the new Cami who didn’t hide her assets.

Damian commanded water and commanded it well, but he wasn't as versatile as Skylar. Instead of relying solely on his own style, Damian adapted. He didn't try to break Sky's rhythm by force-he blended into it. His steps mirrored the subtle shifts of the dance, and instead of defending blindly, he timed his own strikes accordingly. For a fleeting moment, he caught a glimmer of respect in Skylar's eyes.

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

The young man called Xiaoye shouted as if he had stimulants, "Miyamoto, chop him to death and let this pig know how powerful I am!" However, Yang Xiao's body was as fast as lightning and his speed was so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eyes. In an instant, before Miyamoto Ichiro could see Yang Xiao's figure clearly, Yang Xiao was like a peerless God of War. With a swift kick, Shinichi Miyamoto lost his center of gravity like a cannonball and fell hard on the glass wall of the Sakura Sun-style cuisine store.

Damian's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect there to be another martial arts expert around. However, that was all he felt. Even the punch that came out of nowhere didn't scare him. He even threw a punch of his own, one just as heavy and forceful. The two fists collided loudly, causing a sonic ripple in the air. Damian didn't budge at all, his eyes narrowing as he looked at his opponent. The man, Ivor Sledge, stumbled four or five steps backward before regaining his balance.

“SO I’M GONNA COME AT YOU WTH EVERYTHING I’VE GOT. DON’T TELL ME I WON’T LAND A PUNCH, JIJI-SENSEI!” Sensei removed the used-up cigarette butt from his mouth in order to replace it with a new one. He flashed a toothy smirk as he lit the fresh replacement. “Whenever you’re ready, Tamashi.” Tamashi bent his knees and slightly lowered himself. “YOU ASKED FOR IT!” Using the power of his feet, Tamashi launched himself towards Sensei, rearing back his right fist. As Tamashi floated through the air as if in a slow-motion shot, He maintained eye contact with Sensei. Intensity swirled in the air as Sensei matched Tamashi’s determined stare with a look of confidence and strength.

Only Li Lan got to know the origin of Ding Hao's body movement skills. "Yan Tao Mi Li Jue (Smoking Wave Unpredictable Technique)!" It is said that Ding Hao chose this extremely difficult body movement skill to practice. He thought that within one year, he would never fully comprehend this tactic, but... Has he really succeeded in practicing it? The body like a mysterious mass flickered, so that the rival could not catch sight of the body... This was clearly the Advanced Level of the Mi (Unpredictable) skill and how terrible practice speed Ding Hao had achieved!

upwards. "Stop!" Liam caught the flying stone with one hand. Aurora giggled. "Did you see? It went high!" "You made the water go up," Liam wiped mud off his face. "We have work to do." Subject 2: Mia (Teacher: Jackson) Inside the Dojo (Royal Gym). Mia was wearing a mini gi (karate uniform). She was jumping around, chopping the air. "Hii-ya! Take that! Kick!" Jackson leaned against a punching bag, arms crossed. "Are you dancing or fighting?"

"Don't be afraid now, Mag. Your grandfather is handling other matters, but I'm here to stand up for you." The sight of my grandmother made Don's face turn pale. "Mom… W-What are you doing here?" Before Don could say more, my grandmother tilted her head slightly. Her bodyguard, James Gibson, stepped forward, and he slapped Don so hard that he fell to the ground. "If I hadn't come, I'd never have proof of you siding with outsiders to bully my granddaughter," she said sharply. Hearing my grandmother's unapologetic defense of me, a deep sense of guilt welled up in my heart.