Mente Perversa Novels & Stories

A girl like her was made to be called a walking fuck who could be banged anywhere by anyone. “I could be more perfect if you want,” She chuckled, her eyes glimmered in an idea. She sat on my lap, grinding her clit with the tip of my dick. I grabbed her tits and kneaded them yet she threw her head back and moaned, fastening her pace. I kissed the valley of her breasts and licked the way through her neck, she wrapped her hands around my neck and she was about to insert my manhood inside her vagina.

And to her surprise, a sneering smile broke his lips. “What if I say that I am after all desperate? And raping you is not a bad idea. Well from what I see, you won’t willingly give yourself to me because you don’t fucking believe me when I said that I was sorry for what I did in the past. I even said I love you to you but I guess nothing changed. For you, my image will always be the same. I am a pervert. Well, you are right baby. I am a perv and have been wanting to fuck you. And you know what? When I do someone I imagine that I am fucking you. Especially when I was in the US. Every single fuck I had, every spurt of my seed, it’s you I imagined fucking.” He said bluntly which made her speech

he said. "You are unbelievable. Are your balls no longer in pain?” Julia stopped speaking politely when she realized that the person in front of her was a pervert who had a propensity for harassing women sexually. “You're very bold, aren't you? You won't have fun bringing up that episode, I assure you of that. Mention your rate, and I'll give you a lot more than you deserve,” Joshua spat angrily as if someone had pinched his lion and brought out the icy, cruel part of him.

"Hello? Earth to goggles? Are you even in there?" ‎She follows the path of his wandering eyes and sees exactly what’s happening at his crotch. Right there, protruding through the thin cotton of his boxers, is an unmistakable, unapologetic hard-on. It’s pitching a tent, pointing toward her like a compass needle pointing North. "What are you, a fucking perv?" Jessica huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, which only serves to push her breasts up. ‎‎

My body feels like it's on fire, each touch he makes sears deeper into my skin. My nether region is twitching uncontrollably and I can feel my juices starting to leak out. I can't understand any of it, my head is fuzzy and my body won't cooperate. I hate Aster, I do not desire him in any way, this could only be happening because he's orchestrating it. Demons are sexually perverse things and lust is one of their greatest weapons. It's an inborn weakness in everything that walks and breaths. One which I must overcome. One of his hands finally leaves my abused nipple and trails softly down my body, reaching my thigh and caressing softly.

Chapter Comments Visitor awful the motor literally said unconsenual and he accuses her of it being consensual Visitor what an ass. his brother told him it was probably not consensual

"Do you have to be this perverted? My leg is still hurting." Uttering those words, Jessica nearly bit her own tongue. You idiot, what are you saying? Are you implying that he can continue if your leg is not broken? Speaking without thinking was truly foolish! Marcus chuckled lightly, his gaze becoming even more wicked as he looked at her. "It doesn't matter, even if your leg were amputated, it wouldn't affect our intimacy!" Once again, Jessica was shocked by his perversion! Henry finally understood what his father was doing and was also taken aback by his father's perverseness!

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"

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I go to wipe my face and she thumbs my eye and kicks my prosthetic loose. "You think you're a bad bitch hon? You think you can hang with me? You're weak. That's why Kells don't want you anymore. What you going to do without your leg? Cry?" She slaps me and my restraint goes out the window. All wit and rational thinking goes with it.