Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I watched as Jennifer slyly pushed my thick, spit-slick cock back inside my pants and zipped me up, a wicked little smirk playing on her lips. The next second, she ”accidentally” knocked over the glass of water she had just poured for me, spilling it directly onto my crotch.

”Ooops... I’m so sorry, Dexter!” she exclaimed with fake innocence, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She immediately stood up and patted at the wet spot on my pants with her fingers, deliberately pressing and rubbing over the bulge of my hard cock. The cold water mixed with the warm spit and leftover ass-juice made the fabric cling obscenely to my throbbing cock.

Jennifer turned to Emily and Nathalie, grabbing my hand while looking straight at me with a pout. ”I’m so sorry... let me help you wipe it off properly.”

She didn’t wait for anyone’s reply. She dragged me firmly by the hand down the hallway toward the bathroom, her hips swaying with obvious excitement. The moment we stepped inside, she locked the door behind us with a soft click, sealing us away from the dinner table.

I leaned against the sink with a smirk. ”My naughty mother-in-law... always so impatient.”

Jennifer’s eyes burned with a wild, jealous hunger. Her chest heaved, her nipples already hard as diamonds beneath the thin fabric of her dress. She pressed her body against mine, her breath hot and ragged against my ear.

”You... fucking... bastard...” she hissed, her voice trembling with lust and fury. ”You stretched Nathalie’s tight little asshole open like a slutty toy, pumped her full of your thick, dirty cum... and you forgot about me?”

”Your own filthy, starving mother-in-law?” Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. ”I’ve been aching for you all night. Watching you ruin her... hearing her moan like a whore... it made me so wet I could barely stand it. You’re going to pay for ignoring me.”

I smirked, my hands sliding down to grip her waist possessively. ”Then show me how much you missed me, Jennifer. Show me how hungry that greedy cunt of yours is.”

Her eyes darkened with need. Without another word, she sank to her knees in front of me like a desperate, worshipping slut. Her fingers fumbled with my belt, her movements frantic, almost violent in her urgency. The second my pants hit the floor, my thick, veiny cock sprang free—still slick with Nathalie’s ass juice, the musky scent of her stretching and taking me raw filling the air.

Jennifer inhaled sharply, her nostrils flaring. ”Mmmph... fuck...” she groaned, her voice dripping with filthy awe. ”You reek of her... of her dirty asshole...” She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty, musky residue clinging to my cock. A shudder ran through her body, her thighs pressing together as her pussy throbbed with need. ”It’s so wrong... but it makes me so fucking horny...”

She didn’t waste another second. Her lips parted obscenely wide, and she took me into her mouth with a loud, wet GLUUUCK, her throat already opening for me like a good little cocksucker.

The sound was obscene—sloppy, greedy slurp... slurp... gluck-gluck-gluck as she forced me deeper, her gag reflex struggling against the thickness of my cock. Thick strings of saliva poured from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving tits, her dress already damp with sweat.

”Gluck... gluck... mmmph... haaaah...” she moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending electric pleasure straight to my balls. Her head bobbed frantically, her lips sealed tight around my girth as she sucked me with wild, obscene noises.

”Sluuurp... gluuuck... slurp-slurp-slurp!” Her eyes watered, mascara smudging as she choked herself on me, her tongue swirling desperately around the head, lapping up every last trace of Nathalie’s ass. ”Mmmph... so good... I can taste her on you...”

I groaned, tangling my fingers in her hair and taking control, face-fucking her with rough, punishing thrusts.

The bathroom echoed with the filthiest symphony—GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK mixed with Jennifer’s muffled, needy whimpers, the wet squelch of her mouth taking me to the root. She was starving for it, her saliva dripping in thick ropes from her swollen lips, her tits jiggling with every brutal thrust.

Just as my balls tightened, ready to flood her throat, Jennifer squeezed the base of my cock hard, pulling off with a loud, wet POP!, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening cockhead.

She panted, licking her lips like a slut in heat, her voice husky with need. ”Not... not so soon, baby...” she breathed, her fingers stroking my cock possessively. ”I’m not letting you cum until I’ve had everything I want. You owe me.”

She stood up, her dress riding up as she turned and sat on the closed toilet seat. With a slow, teasing motion, she lifted her skirt all the way to her waist, spreading her legs wide—like the cheap, desperate slut she was.

Her pussy was bare, smooth as silk, her lips puffy and glistening, already dripping thick strings of arousal that ran down onto the toilet seat. Her clit was swollen, dark pink, begging for attention.

”Look...” she purred, spreading herself open with her fingers, showing me just how wet she was.

”Look how dripping I am for you...” A fresh gush of juice spilled from her entrance, the sound obscene as it hit the porcelain.

”I’ve been soaking my panties all night, imagining you fucking me as you fucked her... stretching me... ruining me...” She bit her lip, her hips already rocking with need. ”Now taste me. Make me scream.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I dropped to my knees between her spread thighs, my hands gripping her ass as I buried my face in her cunt. The second my tongue touched her, Jennifer let out a long, shameless moan, her back arching off the toilet seat.

”Aaaahhh... yes...” she cried, her voice already breathy and broken. ”Eat my pussy... mmmph... fuck, I needed this...” Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me deeper against her. ”Slurp on my clit... haaaah... just like that... suck it harder... ooooh!”