Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 215: Can’t Breathe

Jennifer’s moans turned feral, her fingers tangling in my hair with bruising force before she yanked my face violently between her tits, mashing them together with sadistic pleasure.

”Mmmmm—! Y-You filthy bastard—!” Her voice was a slutty growl, her breasts smothering me as she ground my face into her cleavage, her nipples hard as diamonds against my cheeks. She slapped the side of my head with her tit, hard, mocking, ”Take that, pervert!”

I couldn’t breathe—her scent, her heat, her fucking dominance consumed me. My cock twitched violently, precum dripping in thick, obscene ropes, soaking my stomach as I gasped for air.

Then—

She pulled back, her chest heaving, her eyes wild, hungry, but her voice was a cold, mocking command: ”Don’t you dare cum before me.” Her fingers dug into my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to look at her—flushed, dripping, completely undone.

I knew it.

She wasn’t thinking straight anymore.

Her nipples were erect, aching, her pussy so fucking wet it was dripping down her thighs, soaking the sofa. The air reeked of her lust, her shame, her need.

I gritted my teeth, my cock throbbing painfully, and pretended to lose control. ”Mother-In-Law...” I groaned, my voice shaky, fake desperation dripping from every word. ”I-I’m gonna cum—!”

Jennifer’s eyes widened, her grip on my hair tightening instantly as she yanked my cock out of her pussy with a wet, obscene pop. ”What?” Her voice was a hiss, mocking, but her breath was ragged, betraying her.

”Didn’t you just fucked my daughter hard...” She leaned in, her lips curling into a smirk, her eyes burning with sadistic triumph. ”Without cumming even once...?”

Fuck.

She realized.

She fucking realized she’d been caught.

I let my eyes widen in fake shock, my voice dripping with feigned horror. ”H-How did you—?!” I stammered, pretending to scramble back, my cock still throbbing, hard, betraying my act. ”W-Were you spying on us, Mother-In-Law?!”

Jennifer’s face flushed, her fingers twitching at her sides, her voice stammering for the first time. ”W-Why would I spy on you—?!” She huffed, trying to recover her arrogance, but the blush creeping across her cheeks gave her away.

”Hmph!” She crossed her arms, lifting her chin, but her eyes flickered away. ”I-I just wanted to talk to Emily, so I went to knock on your door...” Her voice dropped, guilty, flustered. ”Who knows what you were doing—!”

I smirked internally.

Jennifer’s lips twitched, her cheeks still flushed with shame and lust, but her voice was defiant, mocking. ”And you guys were so loud...” She huffed, crossing her arms, trying to reclaim her arrogance. ”It’s not my fault...”

I leaned in, my voice low, pleading, my eyes locked onto hers, dark, hungry. ”Mother-in-Law...” I murmured, my cock throbbing, aching for release. ”You should know...” My voice dropped, raw, honest.

”I didn’t get to cum...” I swallowed, my voice trembling with fake desperation. ”When I was with Emily...” My fingers twitched, remembering the feel of her daughter’s tight pussy, the way she fainted before I could finish.

”She fainted...” My voice was a whisper, broken, pleading. ”So please...” My eyes burned into hers, dark, hungry, desperate. ”Just let me cum...”

Jennifer’s smirk returned, slow, wicked, her eyes gleaming with sadistic triumph. ”Fine,” she purred, her voice slutty, mocking, but her pussy clenched, dripping, betraying her words.

”But remember...” Her fingers trailed down my chest, nails lightly scratching my skin, marking me. ”From now on...” Her voice dropped, dark, dangerous, filthy. ”You will be my slave.” Her eyes locked onto mine, hungry, possessive, cruel. ”You have to do what I ask you...”

I nodded, my cock throbbing, aching for release, for her. ”Y-Yes, Mother-in-Law,” I whispered, my voice submissive, broken, pleading. ”I will listen to you...”

Jennifer’s smirk deepened, her voice purring, slutty, triumphant. ”Good...” She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a filthy whisper. ”My slave...” Her fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look at her, her eyes dark, hungry, possessive. ”Now...” Her voice was a command, cruel, dangerous. ”Satisfy your master.”

Jennifer lay back on the sofa, spreading her legs wide, her pussy glistening, dripping, begging to be fucked. The sight of her—naked, exposed, completely undone—made my cock jerk violently, precum dripping onto the floor. She must have been tired from jumping up and down on my cock, but her eyes were still hungry, needful, demanding.

I gripped her legs, my fingers digging into her skin, pulling her closer. My cock slapped against her clit, hard, obscene, making her gasp.

”Aaaaaaaah—! F-Fuck—! D-Don’t tease your master...!” Jennifer whimpered, her voice slutty, desperate, her pussy clenching, dripping, begging for more.

I smirked, dark, knowing, but I didn’t stop.

Instead, I slapped my cock against her clit again, harder, rougher, making her scream.

”You want it, Master?” I growled, my voice rough, taunting, my eyes locked onto hers, dark, hungry, possessive. ”Then take it.”

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her fingers clawing at the sofa, her voice broken, slutty, desperate. ”Y-You bastard—!” She growled, but her pussy clenched, dripping, betraying her words.

Then—

Her hand shot out, gripping my cock, aligning it with her pussy, her eyes locked onto mine, dark, hungry, possessive.

”Aaaaaaaah...” Jennifer moaned, her voice breathy, slutty, as she pushed my cock inside her pussy—

Only to the point where the condom covered.

Half of my cock.

No more.

But fuck that.

I didn’t care.

With a brutal, uncontrolled thrust, I rammed my cock deep inside her, shoving past the condom, past the ring, past every limit she’d set.

”AAAAAAAAAAH... What are you doing...? No, please stop... It’s too big, it’s tearing me apart... AAAAAAAAAH...” Jennifer moaned, her voice a broken mix of stammering protests and desperate whimpers. Her fingers clawed at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin and drawing blood, but her pussy clenched tight around my cock, soaked and dripping, as if begging for more.

”I can’t take it... AAAAAH... You bastard... It’s too deep... Nngh... I hate you for this... But don’t stop...” Her voice cracked, her body trembling as her pussy gushed around my cock, her asshole clenching like it wanted to be fucked next.

I growled, my hips snapping hard, fucking her deep and rough, making her scream like the slut she was. ”Can’t stop my hips, Mother-in-Law...” I groaned, my voice rough and desperate, as I slammed into her again, giving her a deep, brutal stroke that stretched her obscenely. ”Aaaaaah... Here it comes...”

”AAAAAAAAH... No, you can’t... It’s too much... I can’t handle it... But don’t stop...” Jennifer whimpered, her voice a mess of conflicted moans, her pussy dripping, her body arching against mine, torn between shame and lust. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and aching, begging to be sucked.

”You pervert... AAAAAH... I should kill you for this... But fuck... It feels so good...” Her fingers clawed at my back, her voice broken and slutty, her pussy milking my cock and begging for more.