Mente Perversa Novels & Stories

He said, pinching her nipple. Zena had never anticipated such a perverted action from him. The impact of his finger on her nipple sent waves of pain that coursed through her. As she shifted her gaze toward him, her eyes blazed with fury. She found one more thing to add to the list of reasons to despise him. He was not just a ruthless bastard, he was also a pervert.

I murmured against his lips, but my body betrayed me, hips grinding down instinctively as he groaned. “Tell me you don’t want this.” I bit his bottom lip hard enough to taste copper. “I hate you.” “Liar.” His hands slid under my skirt, fingers digging into my thighs as he pushed the fabric up. “You want me..just like I want you.” I arched against him, hating how right he was. “This doesn’t fix anything.” “It fixes this.” He yanked my panties aside, fingers finding me already slick, teasing until I whimpered. “God, Eva…you’re soaked.”

When he doesn't respond, I groan and kick one leg down so I can stand up and get this over with. “And no darling, you don't get to stand up. Strip on me…” A knowing smile curls at the corner of his lips. “But leave your panties on. I’m not done batting that wet, sleek cunt.” He describes my body like I’m just another plaything. What… What the hell of perversion is this?!

Ann bent over the computer desk slightly and then slowly wriggled, inched her skirt up in jerky movements with each sentence. "So, are you going to fuck me over this desk?" inch up left leg. "Are you going to fuck me as hard as you're fucking Mrs palmer and her five daughters right now?" inch up right leg "I bet you'll explode your little cock prematurely as soon as you see my garter clips at the top of my stockings won't you?" inch up both sides "You're such a perv jerking off watching me do this." 2 inches up right side, bottom of lace top now showing

Firm per breasts, flat toned stomach and a gloriously taunt peachy ass just begging for his hand, reaching out he caught her thick tresses in his hand and pulled her head back making her cry out in pain, ‘Esatto, piccola puttana, se continui a sfidarmi conoscerai un sacco di dolore.' [That’s right little bitch, if you continue to defy me you will get to know a lot of pain.] She found herself pinned over a wooden contraption that she knew from playing with Carlos was a ‘Spanking Bench’ she also knew this was not going to be the playful spanking he gave her. She was right, Pelligrenni tore off the flimsy thong and brought his hand down hard first on one cheek then the other after he had delive

I felt his cock begin to grow under me and I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands squeezing the back of his neck toward me as her pussy rolled over him, making him grow and harden. Hector grabbed my hair tightly, making me pull away and face him: - Have I already told you that you are a disqualified madman? - Yes... And did I already say that you are a perverted pervert? - I am... Completely perverted and perverted by you... My Barbara... I leaned over him, drawing him fully into me, inch by inch. I put my feet on the seat of the bench and kept rolling, feeling my body shudder with pleasure: - I don't want to talk, disqualified... I just want to fuck... Because I'm worthless and you kno

she asked again, she wasn't going to let this chance to learn slip past her. “A pervert is someone who is ermm….” Azrathul trailed off searching for a less crude word for the tiny figure looking at him eagerly, “Yes?” she asked gently, “A person that's immoral, sexually immoral” he finally found something that didn't seem so bad. “Okay, I do understand the sex path, something you guys do to reproduce but how does sexual and immoral go together?” Laughter tore through Damien, he rumbled loudly, clutching his stomach as he looked from his brute boss fumble through words for the straightforward delicate flower they had found

“Are libertines not more accepted now?” “If they’re men,” said Loretta, her tone sour. “It wasn’t like men weren’t sex-obsessed before becoming incubi. Now they just have an excuse to badger women for it. If women need it too, then all the more reason to look down on them. We can’t bear their children, so what use are we to them, but adornments or holes? It’s all I am to Mr. Pervis, I know that much. Holes . . . maybe a bloody scratching post.” She took another swig, her eyes growing moist. “But at least he keeps me around. And he don’t feed on no one else. And he don’t act embarrassed of me, neither. I should be grateful. It’s better than I deserve.”

Looks like she got a karma for always mocking Nana's bad habits, his best friend. "What kind of witchcraft that damn man used that make me turn out this way? Being a pervert woman who wants his touch again, again and again. Oh, damn this is really fucking," Amanda muttered. “Those terrible man really dangerous for me. If it continues like this, then I could just throw myself at him to be touched. Really disgusting, Amanda!" Amanda said to herself.

I said as I swirl my finger around my clit, arching my back. “Finger fuck that dirty cunt, girl.” Daddy growls. I obeyed and pushed a single finger inside my tight wet little pussy and cried out. I didn’t do slow and sensual, I love it hard and fucking rough. I’m the type of bitch that likes her hair being yanked and neck choked until I nearly black out. All you can hear are the sounds of my moans and the squelching of my wet pussy as I drive my finger inside myself harder with each thrust.