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Chapter 22 by dreamgiver7 dreamgiver7

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Torment Jean...

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Jean aches, her body shaking with need. Her panties are soaked-through as I spill her breasts out of her dress. Breathing heavily, her chest heaves as her nipples turn rock-hard.

"S-stop this! This isn’t how you are supposed to treat girls. This is ****!” Jean says defiantly. “Stop right now and I won’t have Scott kick you out.” Jean exclaims, trying to sound stern despite her obvious arousal.

"This isn't ****. If it was ****, you would fight back.” I smile, engulfing Jean's breast into my mouth as I suck on her tits hungrily and pull her nipple playfully with my teeth.

"One of the most powerful telepaths on the Earth, you could shut my brain down instantly and switch it off permanently if you wanted."

Taking Jean's hand, I rest it on my bulging jeans, pressing it against the stiff crotch beneath. Jean imagines it briefly, rock-hard and thick in her mind, doubting if her hand could even wrap around the shaft.

"Is that mutant cunt of yours dripping, Jean?" I ask softly as I pull away from her tit. "I bet it is. Do you need something hard stuffed up inside it?"

She feels my bulge in her hand even as more images flood into her mind. This time however, they’re her own as Jean imagines just that. Riding my cock, impaling herself down on it. She yearns to scream out that she wants it, she desperately needs it. Her mind however, still continues to resist.

"S-something is wrong with me. I can’t move. Please… stop." Jean stammers, desperately wishing to use her powers in order to make me stop.

"You can move." I answer softly as I continue to fondle and **** her body, caressing every inch of her exposed flesh.

"You just don't want to." I reply. "You don't have to admit it... I know." I finish as my mouth moves from one breast to the other.

Jean gasps, her head falling back slightly as my lips closes around her other nipple. Her tight little dress is now bunched at the waist, the rest of her gorgeous body naked and exposed to me. My hand wanders down her stomach and between her legs, pressing up against her drenched panties, now soaked from her dripping pussy.

"Your body knows what it needs, Jean. Your mind just hasn't accepted it... yet."

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