All Chapters of The Pervert Desire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"No need to look over there!" Iqlima turned Darren's face away first when they got into the car together. Even though Darren might not actually notice the other woman, Iqlima felt obligated to keep her husband's gaze only on her."See what?" Darren took a tablet from his briefcase and transferred Iqlima's grip in his free hand. "I'm here, Ima."Darren may have been as affectionate with her as he used to be when they had no significant problems, but after the affair... for Iqlima things were no longer the same. The man she expected to be a priest, a good example for her children had betrayed her.However, her divorce petition has yet to be finalized. Darren wants them to try to put their lives back together and asks Iqlima to consider it until their child is born.Think everything is easy? As long as the womanizer was still around Darren, Iqlima could not calm down."So take me to the doctor, will you?" Iqlima showed the schedule on her phone screen. All sorts of plans had been neatly

"Still hurt?" Angga entered the room after taking a shower. His long hair was still dripping water and he had to wipe the towel again."Bummer!" Maureen pulled the blanket up over her head. Her cheeks must have been very red from facing the sight of Angga's entire body outside of their game.She was not in the mood to admit to enjoying Angga's tenderness earlier despite the pain of unaccustomedness. The pain still lingered and it was difficult to completely close the hole that had received the spill of the man's seed.Angga sat on the edge of the bed beside Maureen, rubbing the top of her head from outside the blanket. Still asking the same question, "First experience?"Angga was not entirely sure if Maureen was just following her instincts. The wildness seen when they reciprocated each other's pleasure was too impressive."Have you done it often yourself?" Maureen pulled down the blanket and revealed her hair-covered face.Messy and sexy are the two words Angga can judge Maureen by.

“Wanna play on the floor?” Darren pulled Maureen's pants back up, closing each button in the appropriate hole, ending with a brief peck on the corner of her temple.“Well no, Uncle!” exasperated Maureen as she eased the casanova's slightly struggling movements until they were sitting cross-legged, facing each other.“You're getting cute.” Resting his elbows on the tips of his knees, Darren looked at Maureen's astonished face that was easily replaced by laughter. “You were refusing, now you're protesting to get it done.”Bending slightly, he handed over a series of metal objects connected to a hanger with Maureen's name beautifully embossed on the leather.“What are these?” Maureen was stunned when the man before her forced her palm open and accepted the keys.“House keys,” Darren called out along with a short address that Maureen recognized.Maureen knew it was a house key by the shape of it. Apartments in midtown were still a rarity. But houses? Where was a midtown house for under a

"Finally...," Iqlima carried Ammar towards the trellis fence that slid easily, "Abi's here!" she exclaimed as the car roared into the courtyard.Two people followed from inside the house to meet the driver who had just gotten out of his big car. Ammar moved in the arms of the woman who approached, while Iqlima took over the luggage of the driver who was none other than her husband."I thought we'd be working overtime if we came," teased the girl, the youngest in Darren's family. Her sister's overall look was covered up, but her style choices were similar to Maureen's habit of keeping up with trends.Darren thought about his promise to Maureen that he had to miss because of the impromptu news from the family group message. "I'll work late too," he argued."Habit!" Darren's younger brother, who was seven years apart, elbowed his brother in the stomach, then pointed out Iqlima's return to their midst. "There, Teh Ima arrived first.""Have you eaten?" Darren switched to wrapping his arm a

“Ririn? Rin?” Darren tossed his coat onto the sofa after seeing the dining room, which was not separated from the living room, in disarray. Ceramic tableware is scattered shapelessly across the floor, and the sight of dried blood trickling into the master bedroom makes Darren even more anxious.All night long his cell phone had been confiscated by the youngest, Liara, because Darren was considered too devoted to work even in the midst of a family that was chatting with each other, especially since Maureen's number that he saved under the name of the advertising division kept calling. He really couldn't do anything about it.What had happened to Ririn? The question kept repeating in Darren's head until he found his beloved still asleep in the middle of the bed, he could exhale with relief.Maureen's pose on her back without a single thread covered was very tempting indeed. The big, beautifully puffed chest with the rosy peaks sticking out instantly creates a hunger to pounce. Not to me