Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

The air was thick with the obscene symphony of flesh—wet, sloppy slaps of skin colliding, the slick squelch of Jennifer’s pussy devouring my cock, her walls clinging, milking, desperate for more.

Her legs locked around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper with every brutal thrust. Her voice had shattered long ago, reduced to broken, guttural whimpers, her words dissolving into breathless, slutty sobs:

”Nnngh... Fuck... So fucking deep... Oh God... You’re splitting me... Aaaah... I can feel it... The ring... It’s hitting right there... Ngh... Don’t stop... Don’t you dare stop...”

Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, walls pulsing, milking, her juices drenching my balls and soaking the sofa beneath us. The room echoed with the filthy sounds of her cunt slurping around my cock—obscene, insatiable—her tits bouncing wildly, nipples hard as diamonds, aching to be bitten, twisted, abused.

”I’m gonna... Oh fuck... Fuck... I’m cumming... Aaaaaah... It’s too much... Too fucking deep... Ngh... You’re ruining me... Ruining me... Aaaaaah!”

Her back arched violently off the sofa, her body convulsing as her pussy exploded, gushing around my cock, soaking the condom. The ring inside the latex slammed against her womb, the pressure unbearable, shoving her over the edge.

”Mother-in-law...” I growled, my voice rough and desperate, my cock throbbing inside her, aching to fill her. ”Cum with me... Please... Let me feel you...”

”No... Don’t you dare!” Jennifer screamed, her voice raw with panic, but her pussy betrayed her, clenching harder, milking me tighter. Her words drowned in slutty, breathless moans. ”Only my husband... Only he can cum inside... Aaaaaah... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck!”

But it was too late.

The moment she spoke, her pussy tightened viciously, the ring slamming against her womb wall, triggering another orgasm—Instant. Violent. Uncontrollable.

”Aaaaaaaah... Fuck... It’s too deep... Ngh... I hate you... But don’t stop... Don’t you dare stop... Aaaaaah... Please... Please... Please...”

Her fingers clawed at my shoulders, nails digging in deep, drawing blood as her body shuddered, her pussy gushing, soaking the condom, drenching my balls. Then, her clit swelled, throbbing, aching as she rubbed it frantically, fingers circling, pinching, tormenting herself.

”Aaaaaaaah... Fuck... I can’t... It’s too good... Too fucking good... Aaaaaah... I’m gonna squirt... I’m gonna flood you... Oh God... Oh fuck... Oh fuck!”

A torrent of scorching juices erupted from her pussy, spraying between us, soaking my cock, the sofa, her thighs—everywhere. Her body convulsed, back arching off the couch, tits bouncing as she squirted hard, over and over, her moans raw and animalistic.

”Aaaaaah... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... I’m drowning... I’m leaking... Oh God... It won’t stop... Aaaaaah... Lick it... Lick it up... Please... I’m making a mess... A filthy mess!”

”Nnngh... Fuck!” I roared, my cock exploding inside the condom, filling it to the brim. The latex stretched obscenely, ready to burst as rope after rope of thick, hot cum pumped into it, ballooning, swelling.

”Aaaaaah... Fuck... Aaaaaah... Hmmmm... Oh God... It’s too much... I can feel it... I can feel you filling it... Aaaaaah!”

Jennifer screamed, her body convulsing as another squirt erupted from her pussy. The condom popped free with a wet, obscene sound, surprising her, drawing another gush of juices from her cunt.

Panting, dripping with sweat, her body covered in a sheen of lust and shame, she stared at the condom—swollen, distended, filled to the brim with my cum. The latex glistened, obscene, bulging with every pulse of my seed inside.

”Don’t tell me...” Her voice was a broken whisper, fingers trembling as she lifted it, horrified yet fascinated. ”You... filled this entire thing...?”

I feigned innocence, my cock still throbbing, hard, aching for more. ”I couldn’t pull out—” I whimpered, voice fake-panicked. ”Your legs were locked... You wouldn’t let me... You kept pulling me deeper!”

”Shut up...” Jennifer hissed, but her voice lacked conviction. Her eyes remained locked onto the condom, lips parted, breathy, hungry. She held it up, watching as my cum sloshed inside, the ring floating in the mess—covered in thick, white seed, glistening.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she brought it to her lips.

Her tongue darted out, licking the tip of the condom, tasting the cum dripping from the opening.

”Mmm...” She moaned, her voice slutty and filthy, eyes never leaving mine. ”So much...” Her fingers squeezed the condom, forcing another drop onto her tongue, lips closing around it, swallowing with a lewd gulp.

”You like that, Master...?” I growled, my cock twitching violently, precum leaking at the sight, aching to fuck her again.

Jennifer didn’t answer.

Instead, she tipped the condom open wide.

A thick, obscene rope of cum dripped onto her tongue, followed by another, and another—hot, sticky, dripping down her chin, coating her lips. The ring plopped onto her tongue with a soft clink, covered in cum, glistening under the light.

”Mmmmm...” She moaned, her voice slutty and satisfied, fingers squeezing the condom dry, licking the last drops from the latex. ”Such a good slave...” Her tongue flicked over her lips, cleaning the cum from her chin, eyes dark, hungry, possessive.

She swallowed slowly, savoring the taste of my seed, her throat working as she gulped it down, every last drop. The ring clinked against her teeth as she held it in her mouth, cum dripping down her throat.

”Mmmmm...”

Jennifer’s fingers trailed down her body, circling her clit with slow, teasing strokes, her breath hitching into a soft whimper. Her gaze flicked to my cock—throbbing, aching, still painfully hard—and she wrapped her fingers around it, her touch firm yet taunting.

”Don’t tell me...” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement and dominance, ”you still aren’t satisfied... even after cumming so much?”

I swallowed hard, my voice rough with need. ”I just can’t help it... Not when my mother-in-law is right in front of me.”

Jennifer’s grip tightened, her nails digging in just enough to make me gasp. ”Shut up,” she snapped, her tone sharp, commanding. ”Don’t forget your place. You’re my slave.”

She released me abruptly, pushing me back with a dismissive flick of her wrist. ”I’m going to sleep. You should go back to Emily before she wakes up.”

I stepped closer, my body trembling with restraint, my cock twitching with desperation. ”But Mother-in-law...” I pleaded, my voice raw, ”I can’t sleep like this. I want more... Please.”

Jennifer’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile, her eyes dark with a mix of cruelty and temptation. ”Goodnight, slave.”