Mente Perversa Novels & Stories

The proximity of his cock against her arse sent a perverse and illicit thrill through her, intensifying the wetness between her thighs. A surge of self-disgust washed over Isabella as she surveyed her torn top and the thong clinging to her drenched cunt lips. The realization hit her with a jolt—she would be compelled to pleasure Giovanni in all the depraved ways he desired. Yet, rather than repulsion, the thought elicited a perverse pleasure, electrifying her nipples and causing her arousal to pool once more in her core. Her mind raced as the echoes of her recent orgasm began to fade, understanding that she would become a vessel for his pleasure, surrendering herself to the dark desires that

Lucian's helpful touch was overlayered by memories of their painful administrations, and it left me shattered. ​No matter how much I scrubbed my skin under the warm water that eventually turned cold, I still felt just as dirty. ​Sassy returns my way and I shake my head to push the painful memories back. I make quick work of picking up and throwing away her mess, gagging throughout the task while Sassy watched with a happy tongue flopping out of her mouth. I shake my head at her, my heart warming at her helpless innocence. I pet her a little longer than usual before we make our way back inside.

GENNIVIER PIERRE Consume by birth by her embodied sin, she is a treat and an ally to the ones who started the long run curse of the reverse book of their world. Her beauty and gentle personality are a mask that she shares with her split personality, hiding from the truth of her blood and want as a sadist. From the corresponding wants and equivalent exchange of the curse she believes in, she finds pleasure in torturing people, especially the ones dear to the Maiden.

He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging slap. “Beg for it. Beg like the desperate, cock-hungry baby you are.” “Please…please, Damon, please let me come…I’ve been good, I tried so hard not to, but I need it, I need to come on your cock so badly it hurts…please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be your good girl, your dirty little slut, just please let me come…please, please, please…” “Louder. I want the whole house to hear how badly you need it.”

“Oh, I know him better than you imagine.” He bristles, shoulders stiff. He hates the thought, hates that I might hold truths about his master he does not. I lean in, close enough that my breath brushes his ear, my voice low and poisonous. “Perez is what he has always been. A user. A taker. A man who bends the world until it breaks beneath him. Do you think you are different? Do you think he cannot drain you, discard you, as he has discarded others before you?” I feel him tense. His pulse jumps against his throat, a betraying flutter. I almost laugh—it is too easy.

He couldn’t get enough of her young, depraved holes. The perverted girl loved it when her stepfather fucked her with the cock ring on. If only there was more time, he would nail her until she was completely depleted. Her lewd womb was hammered hard by his massive glans, the ring pressing against her sensitive entrance until both her pussy and ass continuously leaked fluids.

Was he not just a gay now, but also a pervert? “Yes, I love men, but this scent…” He inhaled again, closing his eyes as if savoring the moment. “Damn, it drives me wild. Makes me want to find a man, pin him down, and fuck him senseless.” “You’re disgusting!” I spat, barely able to contain my anger and disgust. How could anyone be so vile, shameless and stupid? “Give me that!” I lunged for the panties again, but he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me down onto the bed with him.

"Every woman I've had sex with has ended up dead at the end of the ordeal. So if you're okay with the life being drained out of you while I'm inside you, we can make that happen." I felt my jaw go slack at the idea. "Go to hell," I said, backing away from him. Cain let go of me, his hand releasing mine. "Sweetheart, I'm already here."

Her panties were drenched. As he rubbed his fingers over her wet pussy, he said, "That's short-term and I agree one hundred percent! Only this time, we're not cleaning your pussy-juice off the leather; I want to smell it on every hot summer day!" He skewed her panties aside and slid a finger between her lips and into her cunt-hole. He pushed it as deep as his awkward reach would allow and wiggled it there. "I'm talking about long-term. How do we take advantage of our newly-revealed perversions? Well, my secret desire to watch you fuck other guys is newly-revealed; I guess we've always known you were a nympho."

The monster can't stand it, and immediately pulls off my bra, and greedily Baring my nipples. "Are you trying to provoke me, bitch? You have no idea what I do to innocent girls! " His tongue gently caresses my lower lip as I try to pull away. "You're a demon. I know what kind of bastard is hiding behind the mask of Peter Alexandrovich! The name of the Orero club doesn't mean anything to you! You were the one who organized that scene of rape!" I remind him of that meeting, and he whispers passionately in my ear, as if it is about to steals my soul.