Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

She pulled my underwear down slowly, revealing my throbbing, rock-hard cock, her eyes wide with pure lust. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip, then swirling around the head, her thoughts a complete mess of vulgarity and addiction.

[Oh god... it tastes so fucking good... salty... musky... manly... I want to swallow it... to feel it in my throat... to gag on it until I’m choking...]

[My husband’s cock... tastes like nothing... this tastes like power... I want to worship it... kiss the head... suck every vein...]

She took me into her mouth, her soft, warm lips wrapping tightly around the head, her tongue swirling expertly as she bobbed her head up and down, her other hand still rubbing her clit against my leg, her body trembling with the effort and pleasure.

[Oh fuck... it’s so thick... I can barely fit it... it’s stretching my mouth so good...]

[My husband could never... but Young Master... oh god... he fills my mouth... I can feel it against the back of my throat...]

[I want to deepthroat it... to feel it in my throat... to swallow every drop... I’d let him cum straight down my throat and keep sucking...]

I groaned softly, a deep, low ”Hmm...” that escaped before I could stop it, my body tensing for just a split second.

Jill froze instantly, her body going rigid with raw fear, her mouth still stretched wide around my throbbing cock, her eyes wide with pure panic and humiliation.

She pulled back slightly, ready to rip herself away and bolt like the guilty slut she was, but I stayed perfectly still, pretending to be fast asleep, my breathing unchanged and deep, my face relaxed as if I was in a deep, peaceful sleep.

I kept my eyes closed the entire time, not moving a muscle, not a single twitch, even as my mind raced with dark amusement and building anticipation.

I let her believe I was out cold while she continued her desperate, sloppy sucking, her movements slow and careful, her voice a trembling whisper as she moaned around my cock, her other hand rubbing her clit against my leg faster now, her thoughts growing more and more vulgar and desperate.

[Oh fuck... he’s still asleep... I can keep going... I’m never stopping...]

[I’m so close... my pussy is clenching so hard... I need to cum... I need to cum on his cock... I need to milk every drop...]

[But I can’t wake him up... I can’t... if he wakes up I’ll die of shame... but fuck... I want him to wake up and fuck me senseless... I want him to ruin me while I’m still gagging on his cock...]

[His cock is so perfect... I’d let him ruin my life for this... I’d let him fuck me every night... breed me... use me like his personal slut maid...]

She kept sucking, deeper now, taking more of my length into her throat, gagging softly but not stopping, her mind exploding with more filthy fantasies.

[I want to ride it... I want to bounce on it until I squirt all over him... I want him to slap my ass while I cum... I want him to breed me... put a baby in me while I’m still sucking him...]

[My husband’s cock doesn’t even compare... this is real man... real cock... I’m addicted... I’m ruined... I’d do anything for this cock...]

I stayed perfectly still the whole time, pretending to be deeply asleep, letting her take my cock in my mouth and suck it desperately while I feigned total unconsciousness.

But then, as she was about to pull off, I let out a soft, sleepy-sounding ”Hmm...” followed by another low ”hm... mm...” that escaped like a true sleep moan.

Jill felt my cock throbbing harder than before inside her mouth. Her panicked thoughts exploded instantly.

[ Is he about to cum?... No, you are not allowed to cum.. I haven’t cum yet... I need his load... I need it deep inside me...]

[ What should I do? Should I put it... just a bit... just the tip... just to feel how full I am...]

Then I heard the sharp sound of a condom packet being torn open. Jill’s thoughts were pure relief mixed with desperate lust.

[It’s best that I had some condoms in my bags... with these there won’t be a mess.... even if he cums inside me.. but I have to be quiet... I have to be so fucking quiet...]

I felt as she applied the condom on my cock with her lips — sliding it on with her warm, trembling mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as she worked it down my cock. Her thoughts were a filthy mess of shame and greed.

[It’s so small.... It’s my husband’s size condom. Young master should require the largest size... but this will have to do... I don’t care... I just want to feel him inside me...]

Then she pulled her dress up, lifting her skirt with one hand while the other held my cock, sliding the tip down inside her tight, dripping pussy with a shaky, muffled moan.

She sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch, her walls clenching greedily around my thick cock like a vice.

Jill’s thoughts exploded in pure ecstasy as she felt my thick tip cock breach her tight pussy for the first time.

[Oh fuck... it’s so big... stretching my tight married pussy so good... I’ve never felt anything like this... it’s splitting me open...]

[My husband’s cock is nothing compared to this... he’s barely there... I feel so full... so stuffed... I need more...]

She kept sinking, taking every inch until her tight pussy was completely impaled on my thick cock, her body trembling violently with need and guilt.

In order to tease her just a little, I let my semen burst out — a hot, thick spurt deep inside her — and I groaned, still pretending to be in sleep. ”Hm... hmm... hot... hm...”

Jill moaned with a muffled, broken ”Hm...” against my chest, her eyes flying open in shock and sudden ecstasy as she felt the warmth flood her tight married pussy.

[ What is this? Did he just cum? No.. NO.. I haven’t cum yet... I need more... I need all of it... I want his cum deep in my womb...]

I came hard, groaning in sleep as I exploded inside her.

”Oh fuck... it’s so fucking hot inside me... I’m cumming so hard... mmph... mm...”

Jill instantly slipped her pussy off, pulled the condom off my still-hard cock, and quickly tied a tight knot in it so no semen would drip. She stared at the bulging, semen-filled condom in her hand, her face flushing crimson with panic and raw hunger.

”His cock is still hard... but I don’t have a condom... anymore... what should I do...?”