Mente Perversa Novels & Stories

The mirrors on the side wall reflected everything, my muscular body driving into her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her full breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust. “Look at the photos,” I growled, gripping her throat lightly. “Look at your dad’s face while I fuck you on his desk.” Isabella moaned louder, staring at the framed picture of her father shaking hands with some celebrity. The taboo made her pussy clench even tighter around me. “Harder!” she begged. “Fuck me like you hate him!” I pounded her mercilessly, the wet slapping sounds obscene in the quiet office. I flipped her over, bending her across the desk so she was facing the large window overlooking the gym floor. Any

The man’s eyes were filled with even more lust as he tried to put his hand on her waist. Just then a muscular arm held the pervert’s hand and twisted it. The pervert winched in pain struggling to break free. “Who the fuck are you? I’m warning you mind you’re on business.” “How dare you touch my woman? Do you have a death wish, motherfucker?” Darren twisted the pervert’s arm, breaking it like a twig. The pervert screamed at the top of his lungs, his face distorted by pain. “Ah… I am sorry, I don’t do it again. Please let me go.” He pleaded.

He was shifting gears, retreating behind a wall of teasing arrogance, and it was somehow even more intimidating. “A pervert, am I?” he mused, his voice a low, velvety rumble that vibrated through me. He deliberately leaned in, his breath ghosting my cheek. “You know, if I were really the pervert you think I am,” he whispered, his tone laced with a threatening promise that sent a shiver straight down my spine, “I wouldn’t be sitting here so politely. I’d have you pinned down over that table right now. And I’d make you watch every second of that filthy video with me, forcing you to see what that dick saw, until the only thing you could remember was my voice in your ear, telling you that you be

It’s all I can think of – its all I want, and all I could ever want. I am on my knees now – all caution and propriety are vanished. With both hands, I part her thighs and begin to lick up the track of the little brown stream on her right thigh. I am inching my way towards her panties and the forbidden treasures they hold. Her shit is thicker now, hotter, stronger and more arousing. I have hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her beige cotton panties. My eyes are met with an indescribably perverse sight. Her lovely panties are bulging with her hot soft shit. It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow.

"You mean that you really get it? The werewolf; and the sex part? You aren't disgusted with me about that?" She needed to make sure. Marie looked at elena and guessed at what was running through her mind. I accepted the facts as she presented them and she thinks I don't get it yet. Oh, Elena, you have no idea how perverted us genius types can be. "What? That you like your dick to be on all fours? So you're a pervert. I am too, so there. Even?"

I whispered behind her who's now fixing her things. "I heard that. It's better to be conservative than to be a perv like you. Bitch." Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I hate her so muuuuuch!!

Ornais shook his head, he knew that this would end badly. Daniel closed his eyes and focused on Abigail. Soon he was inside her nightmare. He watched as a version of himself massaged her head. Daniel found it entertaining how he had invaded her inner mind from just one “accidental encounter”. The nightmare turned very quickly as imagined version of himself starting burning the places on Abigail’s head his fingers touched. Then the chair turned around and Abigail looked as if she was staring at a ghost.

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"Or is this a new perversion?" "I can't tell you," she replied. "It's not allowed, but once you were the right age, it was torture -- and it's only a perversion if you don't like it." She gently stroked my cock, her warm breath bathing the sensitive head, her eyes locked on mine. "Then this is definitely not a perversion," I said, "but you're teasing me, Mom. Suck my cock, Mother. I want to cum in your mouth."

“Who in Hell is that fatty over there?! He’s dressed like a damn country bumpkin, and he’s even staring all over us!” “He must be some sort of pervert! Look! He’s staring at my legs now!” “Ugh! I can’t believe this! I forgot my stockings today! He saw every part of my legs! How disgusting!” “I know, right?! People like that are just heinous! Doesn’t he know that we’re innocent and pure women here?!”