Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

My cock pounded into her ass, hard, deep, relentless, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room like a fucking symphony. Marina screamed, her voice raw with pleasure, her body trembling as she came again, her ass clenching around my cock, milking me, begging for my cum like a fucking beggar.

”Fuck... Dexter... I’m gonna cum...” she gasped, her voice breaking, her fingers clawing at the sheets like a fucking animal.

”Cum in my ass, slave... fill me up... make me yours...” Her body tensed, her ass pulsing around my cock, and with a final, hard thrust, I came, my cum pumping deep inside her, filling her, claiming her like a fucking king.

The heat of my release was intense, the sensation of her ass milking me, squeezing every fucking drop from my cock like a fucking sponge.

Marina’s body was limp in my arms, her breath ragged, her skin glistening with sweat and cum. The scent of our filthy passion clung to us like a second skin—musky, sweet, intoxicating.

”Mmm... good boy...” she purred, her voice thick with lust, her fingers tracing my lips like a fucking artist painting his masterpiece. The taste of her was still on my tongue—salty, sweet, forbidden—and the scent of her arousal still clung to my skin like a second layer.

”Now... clean me up, slave...” she commanded, her voice dripping with authority, her tongue darting out to lick the sweat from my brow like a fucking cat grooming its prey.

I nodded without a word, my cock still half-hard and glistening with her juices. I lifted her into my arms, her body light against my chest, her dress still riding up around her hips, her pussy dripping with my cum.

The feel of her skin against mine was electric, the heat of her body seeping into me as I carried her to the bathroom.

I carried her to the bathroom, the tile cold beneath our feet, the mirror fogged from the steam of our earlier exertions. The shower was already running, the water hot and inviting, the sound of it hitting the porcelain like a fucking symphony.

I set her down gently against the wall, her legs wobbling like a newborn deer. Her dress was still ridden up around her hips, her black lace panties soaked through with cum and arousal, the fabric clinging to her pussy like a second layer of skin.

Her asshole was red, swollen, glistening with my saliva and the remnants of my cum, the evidence of our filthy session still dripping from her.

The water was scorching as I stepped under the spray, pulling Marina in with me.

She gasped as the heat hit her skin, her body trembling slightly, her nipples hardening under the stream. I soaped my hands, the lather thick and creamy, and began to wash her—every inch, every crease, every fold.

My fingers traced the curves of her body, cleaning the cum from her pussy, the sweat from her skin, the saliva from her asshole. She moaned softly as my hands brushed against her clit, her body jerking slightly, her eyes flashing with renewed desire.

But she wasn’t done with me yet.

As I washed her ass, my fingers brushing against her swollen hole, she let out a soft gasp, her voice breathy. ”Mmm... Dexter...” she murmured, her tone commanding, her eyes locking onto mine.

”It’s still sore...” she said, her voice tinged with pain but lust. ”But I want more...” She paused, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. ”Spank me... slave...” Her voice was filthy, demanding, her tone leaving no room for argument. ”Spank my ass... hard... like the fucking whore I am...”

I didn’t hesitate. I turned her around, pressing her against the tile, her tits flattening against the cold surface, her ass sticking out toward me, begging for punishment.

Her asshole was red, swollen, glistening with the remnants of our earlier session, the sight of it fucking intoxicating. I raised my hand, bringing it down hard against her ass, the sound of the slap echoing off the walls—CRACK!

Marina screamed, her voice raw with pleasure and pain, her body jerking forward. ”Ahh... fuck... yes...” she gasped, her fingers clutching at the tile, her knuckles white with the force of her grip. ”Again... slave... harder...” Her voice was desperate, needy, her ass pushing back against my hand, begging for more.

I obeyed, my hand raining down hard against her ass, the sound of each slap filling the bathroom—CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!—her skin turning pink, then red, the heat of her ass radiating against my palm.

Marina moaned, her voice breaking, her body trembling as I spanked her, punishing her, owning her. ”Fuck... yes... just like that...” she cried, her voice thick with lust, her pussy dripping with arousal, her juices mixing with the water as they ran down her thighs.

But she wasn’t done with me yet.

She pushed back against me, her ass pressing against my cock, her voice low and commanding. ”Now... slave...” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

”Fuck my ass... hard...” She reached back, her fingers spreading her cheeks, exposing her swollen hole. ”I want to feel you tearing me open... owning me... filling me up like the fucking slut I am...”

I didn’t hesitate. I spat on my hand, coating my cock in saliva, then pressed the tip against her tight, swollen hole. The resistance was intense—her ass was still tight from our earlier session, the heat of her fucking unreal.

But I pushed forward, stretching her, tearing her open inch by fucking inch. Marina screamed, her voice raw with pleasure and pain, her fingers clawing at the tile, her body trembling as I pounded into her.

”Ahh... fuck... yes...” she cried, her voice breaking, her ass clenching around my cock, milking me, squeezing me tight like a fucking vice.

The sound of our bodies slapping together was obscene—SLAP... SLAP... SLAP...—the wet noises of her ass taking me, swallowing me, milking me. The water from the shower cascaded over us, washing away the evidence of our filthy session, but the scent of her arousal still filled the air, mingling with the steam.

I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin like fucking claws, and thrust into her, hard, deep, relentless. Marina screamed, her voice echoing off the walls, her body shuddering with every thrust.

”Fuck... yes... harder... tear me open, slave...” she gasped, her breath ragged, her ass pressing back against my cock, begging for more. ”I want to feel it tomorrow... I want to walk like a fucking slut who’s been used...”