Ugly Bastard Hentai Novels & Stories

Now he did not know how to face her. Daamn! Why am I the one who should be ashamed? I’m not the one fucking a teacher! He thought to himself in frustration. He did not mean to, but the image of her being fucked was so much that Takahashi Sato got a hard-on again. Inside the toilet, he then started jerking off. He could not help it. He had watched a lot of porn, but it was probably the most erotic thing that he has seen in his life. Takahashi Sato fantasized about what happened. He fantasized how Misao Aika would look with cum all over her face while still wearing her glasses. That thought immediately brought him to his orgasm.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

That monster, that bastard! "Rarrrhhhhhhhh" I screamed, I cried, I couldn't believe this! He insulted me! He used me like I was nothing! He said I wasn't even a good slut! The bastard, the asshole! I looked at my hands, still having that burning feeling, I looked at my tummy filled with purple and blue marks... I couldn't believe what he did to me. Why? What have I ever done wrong to this world.

“Do not touch me, bastard.” “Bastard,” I mock. I should quit being so kind. She believes she can make fun of me for being so kind to her. “I have never treated you unfairly. All I want and wish for is for you to embrace me, darling mate, yet you dare to label me a bastard. Look down and check yourself; you cling to me shamelessly, imploring me to fuck you.” Before gripping my shaft, I push her back to the bed. “Open your eyes and look at this clearly; you suck this cock like candy and keep asking for more of my cum, and you dare to accuse me of rape. Even if you’re my mate, you don’t force me to hurt you. Don’t push your luck too far.”

I hiss at him. He just smirks in the most infuriating way. "No can do. Sorry, baby girl." His fingers quicken over my clit and I cry out, bringing my free arm up to my mouth as I bite down on my jacket. Humiliation and heat merge as one as I climax right there in a stadium full of people, thankful that it's so loud, otherwise people would hear me. "You are a fucking bastard," I say. He smirks. "And you love it, baby." He pulls his fingers out of me and then sucks them clean, one by one. "Delicious."

"I’m older than you; I’ve dealt with hundreds of girls like you." "I don’t want to see you," she said, her eyes brimming with tears. Tiodor approached her and caressed her cheek. "Let’s cut the crap, take off your panties," he ordered. The girl thought about it; all those weeks fantasizing about her captor, she really was depraved, but here she was, hundreds of miles from home, with this damned Brazilian man. The girl swallowed hard, something inside her longed to be touched by that man.

And a sickening message below: “Such a shame... I almost killed your little whore, but no. She has to live so I can fuck her in front of your eyes, Bastien. Tell me, will you still love her after you see how I rape her and tear her ass apart? I’ll fuck her so hard that the bastard in her womb will come out in pieces.” Lucca’s face twisted in rage. Just then, another message came in—a reply to Bastien’s earlier one ("I’ll make you pay, you bastard"): “First, you’ll have to find me, Bastien. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Bastien spoke through gritted teeth:

The mere thought of apologizing to a black man infuriated me even more than the apology itself. 5pm arrived like sweet salvation. Perfect timing. I just needed to get the fuck out of here, rush home, and masturbate this burning anger out of my system. My mind raced excitedly through my extensive toy collection, struggling to choose the perfect one for this occasion. The small jelly purple 5-inch toy I called Giver never provided the deep, satisfying fullness I craved. It never stretched my hungry pussy wide enough. The battery-powered black cock toy called Tom was too slow for the brutal, pounding pace I loved. But JJ—that thick, 8-inch veiny black cock toy—was absolute perfection.

I was surprised when he didn't take off my skirt but instead slid his hand inside, gently touching my panties, which felt very wet from what he had done earlier. "Aaaah," I moaned loudly, so he covered my mouth. "Wait, the door is open." I suddenly felt embarrassed by my behavior, so I covered my face while lying naked on the bed. I felt him get off the bed, followed by the sound of the door locking. He came back beside me, staring at me, and I stared back at him. Slowly, he moved closer and kissed me again. His kisses were so passionate while his hand was between my thighs. He slid his hand inside my wet panties. "Aaaaaah," I moaned in between our kisses.

And then, you'll hand over all your wealth—to make amends for what you did to my mother. He shoved a piece of paper into my hand—the so-called 'confession.' I glanced down at the page, my eyes scanning the vile accusations. It was filled with obscenities, a degrading admission that I was a shameless seductress, unworthy of respect or dignity. Anger surged through me, darkening my expression. Without hesitation, I threw the paper to the ground, my voice unwavering. "Absolutely not!" Henry's fury boiled over, and in a swift motion, he dragged the blade across my skin, cutting me just enough to feel the sharp sting.