Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Jill cleared her throat, her voice trembling but determined, her eyes locked on my crotch. ”Young Master, let me help you change clothes...”

I pretended to protest weakly, but she was already moving with eager, slutty grace, her fingers deft and trembling as she removed my blazer, her touch lingering just a second too long on my shoulders, fingers digging in.

Then, she unbuttoned my shirt slowly, her breath hitching audibly as she revealed my bare, muscular chest, her eyes darting over my abs, pecs, and arms like a starving woman.

[Oh god... his body... it’s perfect... So hard... So strong... Every muscle is calling to me... I want to bite them... lick them... suck on his nipples until he moans...]

[My husband’s body... ugh... it’s soft... weak... pale... Nothing like this ripped, tan, powerful torso... I’d rather die than go back to him tonight...]

She helped me out of my pants with shaky hands, and my hard cock sprang free, straining massively against my underwear, the huge bulge impossible to miss or ignore. Jill gulped loudly, her eyes locking onto it with pure animal lust, her thoughts exploding into the filthiest territory.

[Oh fuck... it’s huge... thick... veiny... at least eight inches and way thicker than anything I’ve seen...]

[My husband’s cock... it’s nothing compared to this... pathetically small... he couldn’t even fill me up... I’d feel nothing...]

[I want to touch it... to stroke it... to feel it pulse in my hand... to slap it against my tongue...]

[I want to suck it... to worship it... to choke on it... to deepthroat until my throat bulges... to gag and drool everywhere...]

[I want to fuck it... to ride it... to sit on it until I cum... I’d let it ruin my pussy while my husband watches...]

She handed me my shorts, her voice barely a whisper, her face burning with shame and overwhelming desire. ”Here, Master...”

I took them, pulling them on, but not before I caught every filthy detail of her thoughts again.

[OMG... I can’t look there... Why am I so flustered? He’s just a young man... and I’m already so old... and I’m just a maid... and a married woman... I have a husband, for god’s sake...]

[But fuck... I want him... I need him... I’d let him fuck me senseless in this very bed... I’d swallow every drop...]

Then, as if realizing her own bold fucking audacity, she suddenly ran away like a scared slut, her voice high-pitched and shaky. ”Master... I am going to my room... If you need anything, you can call me...”

She dashed out of my room, her skirt swaying wildly, the wet patch on her panties clearly visible as she disappeared down the hallway.

I climbed onto the bed, my chest bare, my shorts loose, and noticed the wet mark on the pillow—Jill’s saliva from when she had smothered it to her face earlier. I chuckled darkly to myself, my mind racing with delicious possibilities.

I would really like to see if Jill can hold back all night... and finally take what she’s been craving.

I turned off the light, and after a few deep breaths to steady myself, I heard it—slow, cautious footsteps, as if afraid of making a single noise. It was Jill. I heard her thoughts, desperate and completely conflicted, dripping with guilt and lust.

[Is he asleep? The light is turned off... He must be out cold...]

The door creaked open slightly, and two glowing eyes peeked in through the darkness. I pretended to be deeply asleep, my breathing steady and even, my body completely still, every muscle relaxed like I was out cold.

Jill slowly walked in, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible, her heart pounding so hard I could hear it through the mind link. She stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, trembling.

”Young Master... Young Master...” she whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with need.

[He’s really asleep... thank fuck...]

Her thoughts were a full-blown storm of lust, guilt, and animal desperation.

[What am I doing here...? I have really gone fucking crazy... It’s like being possessed by a demon... My pussy is aching so bad...]

[This intense heat in my body... the itching down there... My fingers are not enough... I’ll go insane if I don’t do something... I need Young Master’s cock... I need it inside me...]

[My husband could never satisfy me like this... he comes in two minutes and rolls over... but Young Master... oh god... he could... I bet he’d ruin me for weeks...]

She slowly climbed onto the bed, her movements careful and trembling, her breath shallow and shaky. She didn’t turn on the light, her hand shaking violently as she reached out, pulling my shorts down just enough to expose my throbbing cock over the underwear.

She stared at it for a long moment, then leaned in and sniffed deeply, her thoughts completely lost in filth.

[Don’t wake up... don’t wake up...]

[It smells so fucking good... so masculine... so strong... like pure man... I could sniff this all night...]

Then, she slowly removed her own panties, stuffing them quietly into her pocket with a guilty little moan. ”It’s all wet...” she muttered to herself, her voice a shaky whisper, her face burning with shame and raw desire.

She licked my cock over the underwear, pressing her dripping wet pussy against my thigh, rubbing her swollen clit up and down my leg in desperate little circles, her body trembling uncontrollably with need, her thoughts spiraling deeper and filthier.

[Oh fuck... it’s so big... so hard... I can feel it twitching against my leg... I bet it’s even bigger when it’s fully hard...]

[My husband’s cock... ugh... it’s nothing like this... small... weak... he couldn’t even get hard properly... I’d feel nothing with that...]

[I want to suck it... to feel it in my mouth... to choke on it... to gag and drool all over his balls...]

[I want him to fuck me... to stretch me... to ruin my married pussy... make me scream his name...]

[I’d let him fuck me in front of my husband... I’d let him cum inside me while I’m pregnant with his baby... I don’t care... I just need it...]