Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

”I order you...” she said, her voice low, authoritative, each word a lash against my skin. Her eyes locked onto mine, the wicked gleam in them sending a shiver down my spine. ”...to make me cum...”

She paused, her lips curling into a smirk, her fingers tracing the line of her thighs, teasing me, daring me. The way she said it—like it was a test, a challenge—made my cock jerk, my body begging to prove itself. ”...with your tongue...”

The command settled over me like a weight, heavy and delicious. I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t. The need to obey, to please her, was a fire in my veins, a hunger in my gut.

I watched, transfixed, as Marina lay back on the bed, her dress still ridden up to cover only her tits, her pussy and ass glistening with oil and arousal, exposed, begging for my touch. The sight of her—spread, wet, needy—made my mouth water, my cock pulse with the need to be inside her.

But first, I would worship her.

Marina’s legs spread wide for me, her thighs trembling, her pussy dripping, the slick folds glistening under the dim light.

The scent of her was overwhelming—musky, sweet, fucking intoxicating—and I could taste her need on my tongue before I even touched her. I didn’t waste a second.

I dove in, my tongue flat against her clit, licking it slowly, deliberately, savoring the first taste of her arousal. The flavor was obscene—salty, sweet, addictive—and I groaned against her, the vibration making her jolt.

”Ahh—fuck—” Marina moaned, her voice thick with lust, her fingers tangling in my hair, yanking me closer. ”Y-Yes... just like that... slave...” Her hips bucked up, grinding against my face, her pussy dripping with need.

The heat of her skin was unbearable, the scent of her desire filling my nose, intoxicating me. I could feel her trembling beneath me, her body begging for more, her juices coating my chin, my lips, my tongue.

I spread her pussy wide with my fingers, exposing the soft, pink flesh beneath, glistening with her arousal. My tongue dipped lower, licking the sensitive skin, tracing the folds of her pussy, teasing her, torturing her.

The taste of her was maddening—rich, filthy, perfect—and I couldn’t get enough. I lapped at her like a man starving, my tongue swirling around her entrance, fucking her with it, my nose pressing against her clit, the pressure making her whimper.

”Nnngh—yes—fuck—” Marina cried out, her voice breaking, her body trembling beneath me. Her pussy clenched around nothing, aching for more, her juices dripping onto my chin, my neck, the sheets beneath her.

”Lick it—deeper—slave—” she whimpered, her fingers clawing at my shoulders, her voice raw with pleasure.

”Fuck—your tongue—it’s—mmm—so good—” Her words were punctuated by gasps and moans, her body arching off the bed, seeking more of my touch, more of my tongue, more of me. The way she squirmed, the way her hips rolled, the way her breath hitched every time my tongue flicked her clit—it was maddening.

I groaned against her pussy, the vibrations of my voice sending shivers through her body. My tongue flicked her clit, circling it, sucking it, teasing her, driving her wild.

And then, I spread her pussy even wider, my tongue flat against the soft, pink flesh, licking it slowly, deliberately, savoring every inch of her. The sounds she made—broken, needy, desperate—filled the room, a symphony of lust and submission.

”Ahh—fuck—Dexter—” Marina moaned, her voice desperate, needy, her hips grinding against my face.

”Your tongue—fuck—it’s—so fucking good—” Her words were raw, broken, her eyes dark with desire, begging me to finish her.

”I need it—please—I need you—” Her voice was thick with lust, her body aching for release. The way she panted, the way her fingers clutched at my hair, the way her pussy pulsed against my tongue—it was everything.

I didn’t let up. My thumb pressed against her asshole, pushing inside slowly, relentlessly, stretching her, owning her. The oil made my touch slick, sensual, and I pumped it in and out, matching the rhythm of my tongue on her pussy.

The heat of her body was unbearable, the scent of her arousal filling my nose, intoxicating me. The way her ass clenched around my thumb, the way her pussy dripped for my tongue—it was fucking paradise.

”That’s it—slave—” Marina panted, her voice thick with lust, her hips grinding against my face, fucking my tongue. ”Make me cum—please—” Her voice was desperate, needy, her body trembling on the edge.

”I’m—so close—fuck—I need it—” Her words were raw, broken, her fingers clawing at my hair, pulling me closer, demanding more. The way she whimpered, the way her body shuddered, the way her pussy gushed for me—it was too much.

I obeyed—hungrily, relentlessly. My tongue worked her clit, flicking, sucking, teasing her to the edge and back, over and over.

My thumb pumped in and out of her asshole, stretching her, filling her, owning her. The sounds of her moans, the scent of her arousal, the feel of her body trembling beneath me—it was all I could focus on.

The way she screamed when I bit her clit gently between my lips, the way her body jerked, the way her pussy flooded my mouth—it was obscene.

And then, I pushed her over the edge.

I flattened my tongue against her clit, vibrating it against the sensitive flesh, my lips sealing around it as I bit down—just enough pressure to send her soaring. ”FUCK—YES—OH GOD—”

Marina screamed, her body convulsing beneath me, her pussy gushing around my tongue, her asshole clenching around my thumb. Her juices flooded my mouth, drenching my chin, my neck, the sheets beneath her.

The sound of her orgasm was obscene—wet, raw, unfiltered—and it echoed through the room, a testament to her pleasure, her power, her control.

But I didn’t stop. I licked her clit harder, faster, my tongue flat against her skin, vibrating against her as I bit it again, sending her into another wave of pleasure.

The way her body jerked, the way her pussy squirting hard against my face, her juices spraying my lips, my chin, my nose—it was intense, filthy, perfect. The force of her release was obscene, and I didn’t pull back. I took it all—every drop, every shudder, every moan.

”AHHH—FUCK—DEXTERRR—” Marina screamed, her body jerking violently, her pussy squirting against my face, her juices drenching me.

The way she trembled, the way her fingers clawed at the sheets, the way her body arched off the bed—it was beautiful. I could feel her orgasm ripping through her, her muscles clenching around my thumb, her pussy pulsing against my tongue.