Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

The next morning, golden sunlight poured through the half-drawn curtains, painting long, warm stripes across the tangled sheets like liquid honey.

I stirred slowly, every muscle heavy and deliciously sated—the kind of exhaustion that only comes after a night of pure, shameless indulgence.

My eyelids fluttered open, and for a long moment I simply lay there, body boneless, mind still hazy with sleep and the sweet afterglow of last night.

Then I felt it.

A warm, wet heat enfolded the head of my cock. A slow, deliberate swirl of her tongue—Madeline’s tongue—circling the sensitive ridge as if she had all the time in the world. A soft, muffled ”mmph” vibrated against my skin when her plush lips sealed around me and pulled me deeper into the velvet heat of her mouth.

My hips jerked hard. A guttural groan tore from my throat as raw pleasure slammed through me, sharp and sudden, like a live wire.

I looked down. The fog in my mind cleared. There she was—Madeline—between my legs, head bobbing with lazy, sensual strokes. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, sparkling with pure, wicked mischief. She didn’t stop.

If anything, she grew bolder, tongue pressing insistently along the underside while her throat worked me deeper, taking me to the back in one smooth glide.

”Fuck...” I gasped, fingers threading into her silky hair—not to push or pull, just to hold on as the world tilted.

She was already half-hard in her mouth, my cock thickening and swelling with every heartbeat. The sight of her—lips stretched tight around my girth, cheeks hollowed with effort, those locked eyes locked on mine—was enough to make me ache with desperate need.

She pulled off with a wet, obscene pop, letting my cock slide free. A thick string of saliva stretched between our lips before snapping.

”Good morning, handsome,” she purred, voice husky and velvet-rough, lips shiny and swollen from my cock. She swiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, but the smug little smirk refused to fade.

Then she pointed at my fully hard, twitching cock—tip already glistening and leaking. ”This thing was poking me all night,” she accused, tone playful, almost bratty. ”I tried to ignore it. I really did. Kept pressing against my hip every time I moved. Like it had its own ideas.”

I let out a disbelieving laugh, chest rumbling as I propped myself up on my elbows, the bed creaking beneath me. ”You tried to ignore it?” My voice came out rough with sleep and raw hunger. ”Looks like you gave up pretty fast, sweetheart.”

She rolled her eyes—except the gesture was ruined by the way her fingers immediately wrapped around my thick base, thumb stroking over the leaking tip in slow, teasing circles.

”Someone had to do something about it,” she shot back, voice dripping with fake outrage. ”It was rude. Just... there. Poking. Demanding attention. Like a naughty little boy who couldn’t behave.”

She gave my cock one slow, deliberate stroke, her grip firm and expert. My hips lifted off the bed; a groan tore out of me. The morning light caught on the bead of precum glistening at the tip.

”Mmm, and now it’s all better?” I asked, voice thick with laughter and something darker, something starving.

She grinned—bright, young, impossibly alive. No lines of age, no weight of years. Just her: vibrant, insatiable, electric. ”Oh, I don’t know,” she mused, tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock in one slow, sensual swipe, eyes never leaving mine. ”Maybe it needs a little more attention. Just to be sure it’s not going to get... ideas again.”

And she took me back into her mouth—lips sealing tight around me, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling and swirling. The wet, obscene slurp filled the room as she bobbed her head, sucking me with hungry, rhythmic pulls. Her hand cupped my balls, fingers gently rolling and teasing them while her tongue flicked across the sensitive skin underneath.

”God, Madeline...” I growled, fingers tightening in her hair. ”You’re going to make me lose it...”

She popped off again with a playful laugh, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my throbbing cock. ”Oh no, you don’t, young man,” she teased, voice dripping with naughty sweetness.

”We’re not finishing here. Not yet.” She kissed the tip, then swirled her tongue all around the head before diving back down to suckle my balls—first one, then the other—her lips wrapping around them like little treats, sucking gently while her tongue lapped underneath.

”Mmm, these are so heavy... and full... bet they’re aching for your cum.”

She popped them free with a wet smack, eyes sparkling up at me as she’d just won the jackpot. ”Save your fucking energy, handsome,” she purred, voice dripping with that filthy promise, stroking my rock-hard cock again with her soft, warm hand until it jerked and leaked a fat bead of precum down my cock.

”Otherwise, you might not even have the energy to walk... if I leave you dry like this, you pathetic tease. I want that thick, veiny monster buried so deep inside me you can’t even stand straight.”

Then she stood up, gave my cock one long, humiliating slap—my heavy balls swinging like a wrecking ball against my thigh, leaving it throbbing and bobbing right in front of her face.

She swung her bare ass out of the room toward the bathroom, hips rolling with pure, deliberate filth, that perfect round ass jiggling just enough to make me want to bite it raw. She didn’t even close the bathroom door.

She left it wide fucking open like a neon sign flashing ”Come here and ruin me.”

I chuckled low and dirty in my throat, the sound raw, frustrated, and starving. Morning light poured in, but the house was dead quiet except for the loud rush of the shower.

I swung my legs off the bed, naked, my cock bouncing heavy and untouched, the head already shiny and angry.

No clothes. I followed her—slow, stalking steps—down the hall into the steamy bathroom where the shower was already blasting full force, hot water pounding the tiles.

The glass was fogged up thick, but the open doorway gave me the perfect, shameless view. Madeline stood under the cascade, back to me, that fat ass pushed out like she was daring me to fuck it.