Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I groaned, my hips jerking up instinctively, my cock throbbing inside her, my balls aching with the pressure of my release. ”Madeline... please...” I begged, my voice raw with need, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

She let out a low, satisfied laugh, her eyes dark with triumph, her pussy gushing around my cock. ”Oh, you beg so prettily,” she purred, her voice dripping with sin, her juices dripping down my cock. ”But I’m not done with you yet...”

She shifted, her body pressing me deeper, her walls clenching around me like a vice, her pussy milking my cock with deliberate, torturous precision. ”You’re mine to play with, Dexter... And I’m not ready to let you go...”

She began to move again, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, her pussy clenching around my cock with each downward stroke, the sensation maddening—her heat, her tightness, the way her walls milked me with every movement, her juices gushing around my cock.

”Mmm... yes...” she moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her spine, her pussy clenching around me like it was trying to keep me inside forever. ”Just like that... fuck me, Dexter...”

I groaned, my hands tightening on her hips, my cock throbbing inside her, my balls aching with the pressure of my release. ”Madeline... I can’t hold back...” I managed, my voice rough with need, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

She let out a low, satisfied laugh, her eyes dark with lust, her pussy gushing around my cock. ”Oh, you can,” she purred, her voice a mix of arrogance and pleasure, her juices dripping down my cock.

”And you will...” She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear, her breath hot and sweet, her tongue flicking against the shell of my ear. ”Unless...” she whispered, her voice a dark tease, her pussy clenching around me like it was trying to suck my cock dry. ”Unless you want me to stop...”

I groaned, my body aching with need, my mind completely surrendered to the heat of her touch, the taste of her skin, the sound of her voice. ”No...” I managed, my voice rough with desire. ”Don’t stop...”

Her smile was wicked, her eyes dark with triumph. ”Then prove it,” she demanded, her voice a growl. ”Fuck me like you mean it, Dexter... But don’t you dare come...” She shifted, her body pressing me deeper, her rhythm growing more insistent, more demanding. ”Not until I say so...”

Madeline’s body moved with a new urgency, her hips slamming down onto me with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room—the wet smack of her pussy taking my cock, the sharp crack of her ass meeting my thighs, the slick squelch of her arousal coating my cock.

”Harder...” she demanded, her voice a growl. ”Fuck me harder, Dexter... I want to feel you...” Her body clenched around me, her walls milking my cock with each movement, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. ”I want to ache tomorrow... I want to remember this...”

I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as I thrust up into her, my cock sinking deeper with each movement. The sensation was overwhelming—the heat of her pussy, the tightness of her walls, the way her body responded to mine.

”Fuck, Madeline...” I groaned, my voice rough with desire. ”I’m so close... I can’t—”

She suddenly stopped again, her body freezing mid-motion, her pussy clenching around my cock so tightly it was almost painful. ”Ah-ah-ah...” she chided, her voice a dark tease. ”Not yet, Dexter...” She squeezed her walls around me, her pussy milking my cock with deliberate, torturous precision. ”But I do want you to spank me...”

I groaned, my hips jerking up instinctively, my cock throbbing inside her. ”What?” I managed, my voice rough with need.

She let out a low, satisfied laugh, her eyes dark with triumph. ”You heard me,” she purred, her voice dripping with sin. ”Spank me, Dexter...” She shifted, her body pressing me deeper, her walls clenching around me. ”I want to feel your hand on my ass while you fuck me...”

I hesitated, my mind still clinging to the last threads of control. But Madeline wasn’t having it. She grabbed my wrist, pressing my hand against her ass, her skin burning beneath my touch. ”Do it,” she commanded, her voice a growl. ”Spank me... hard...”

I groaned, my body aching with need, my mind completely surrendered to the heat of her touch, the taste of her skin, the sound of her voice. I brought my hand down on her ass with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the room.

”Mmm... yes...” she moaned, her body clenching around me, her walls milking my cock with each movement. ”Again...” she demanded, her voice a dark command. ”Spank me again, Dexter...”

I brought my hand down on her ass once more, the sound of the crack filling the room, her body trembling around me. ”Fuck, Madeline...” I groaned, my voice rough with desire. ”You’re so tight... so wet...”

She let out a low, satisfied laugh, her eyes dark with lust. ”I know,” she purred, her voice a mix of arrogance and pleasure. ”And you’re mine now, Dexter... All mine...”

She began to move again, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, her pussy clenching around my cock with each downward stroke. ”Now...” she whispered, her voice a dark promise. ”Fuck me like you mean it... But don’t you dare come...”

Madeline’s body moved with a frantic, desperate rhythm, her hips slamming down onto me with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room—the wet smack of her pussy taking my cock, the sharp crack of her ass meeting my thighs, the slick squelch of her arousal coating my cock.

”Harder...” she demanded, her voice a growl. ”Fuck me harder, Dexter... I want to feel you... I want to remember this...” Her body clenched around me, her walls milking my cock with each movement, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. ”I want you to ruin me...”

I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as I thrust up into her, my cock sinking deeper with each movement.

The sensation was overwhelming—the heat of her pussy, the tightness of her walls, the way her body responded to mine. I could feel my release building, the pressure coiling tight in my gut, my balls heavy and aching with need.

”Fuck, Madeline...” I groaned, my voice rough with desire. ”I’m so close... I can’t... hold back anymore.”