Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Marina shifted, turning slightly to give me a better view of her ass, her hole still slick with lube and her own fluids. ”Lick it,” she ordered, her voice leaving no room for hesitation. ”Clean me up. All of me.”

My breath hitched, but I didn’t dare refuse. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to trace the sensitive skin around her asshole, the taste of her—musky, salty, intoxicating—filling my mouth.

She let out a low, throaty moan, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. ”That’s it... Good boy...” she murmured, her voice thick with pleasure. ”Get it all...”

I obeyed, my tongue pressing deeper, swirling around her tight hole, lapping up every drop of her arousal, the taste of her ass mixing with the remnants of her pussy on my cock.

She squirmed under my touch, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in sharp gasps. ”Fuck... that’s good...” she groaned, her grip tightening in my hair. ”Now my pussy.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I shifted lower, my tongue dragging through her folds, her juices coating my lips as I lapped at her clit, her entrance, every inch of her.

She was soaking, her arousal dripping down to the sheets beneath her, and I drank it all in, my tongue working in slow, deliberate strokes. ”Oh fuck...” she gasped, her back arching, her fingers pressing my face deeper into her. ”Just like that... Yes...”

But she wasn’t done. Not even close.

With a sudden, wicked grin, she pulled me back by my hair, her eyes burning with a new, filthier demand. ”Now...” she said, her voice a low, dangerous purr as she raised one arm, exposing the dark, damp curls of her armpit. ”Here.”

I hesitated for only a second, but the look in her eyes brooked no argument. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to trace the sensitive skin, the taste of her sweat—salty, real—filling my mouth.

She let out a sharp, breathy laugh, her body trembling with the taboo pleasure of it. ”That’s my good boy...” she murmured, her voice thick with lust. ”Such a dirty little slave... licking his Madam’s armpit...”

I could feel her trembling, her body responding to the humiliation, the power of it. She pulled me back after a long moment, her fingers still tangled in my hair, her breath coming in sharp, excited gasps.

”Mmm... you’re learning...” she purred, her eyes dark with satisfaction. Then, with a sudden, fluid motion, she reached over to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer with a sharp click.

She rummaged for a moment before pulling out a condom, holding it up between us, the foil glinting in the light.

Her smile was dangerous. ”Now...” she said, her voice dropping to a low, commanding growl. ”Show me what you’ve got, Dexter.” She tore the packet open with her teeth, her eyes never leaving mine.

”Put this on... and fuck me like you mean it.” She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. ”You better be good...” she whispered, her voice a promise, a threat. ”Or I will deal with you.”

And I obeyed.

The condom was rolled on, the latex snug against my throbbing cock, the tip pinched to leave room for what was to come.

Marina’s eyes darkened as she watched me, her lips parting in anticipation, her pussy already dripping with need. She was soaking—her arousal coating her thighs, the scent of her desire thick in the air.

”Now, Dexter,” she commanded, her voice a low, dangerous growl as she gripped my cock, guiding me to her entrance. ”Fuck me like you mean it.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

With a sharp thrust, I buried myself inside her, the tight, scorching heat of her pussy enveloping me in one brutal motion. Marina let out a sharp, breathy cry, her back arching off the bed, her nails raking down my chest.

”Oh fuck—!” she gasped, her voice breaking as I bottomed out inside her, my balls slapping against her ass.

”That’s it... Harder...” she demanded, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. ”I want to feel you tomorrow...”

I obeyed, my hips snapping forward with a force that made the bed creak beneath us. Each thrust was punishing, my cock pistoning in and out of her with a wet, obscene slap of flesh against flesh. Marina’s moans filled the room, her body trembling as I fucked her with everything I had. ”Yes—! Fuck—! Just like that...!” she cried, her voice raw with pleasure. ”You’re such a good boy... Fucking your Madam like a stallion...”

But she wasn’t satisfied yet. Not even close.

With a sudden, wicked grin, she pushed me back, her strength surprising as she flipped us over, straddling my hips, her pussy still impaled on my cock.

”My turn,” she purred, her voice dripping with dominance as she began to ride me, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, her ass slapping against my thighs with every downward stroke.

”You like this, don’t you, slave?” she taunted, her nails dragging down my chest, her tits bouncing with every movement. ”You like being fucked by your Madam...”

I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I thrust up into her, meeting her stroke for stroke. ”Yes, Madam...” I gasped, my voice strained with effort. ”I love it...”

Marina’s eyes flashed with satisfaction, but she wasn’t done pushing me. ”Prove it,” she ordered, her voice sharp as she leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. ”Lift me up... and fuck me in the air.”

I didn’t hesitate. With a growl, I wrapped my arms around her waist, my muscles straining as I lifted her off the bed, her body weightless in my grip. She let out a surprised, breathy laugh as I held her suspended, my cock still buried deep inside her.

”Oh fuck—!” she gasped, her legs tightening around my waist, her arms wrapping around my neck for support. ”You’re stronger than you look...”

And then I fucked her.

With her body held aloft, I began to pound into her, my cock driving up into her with a force that made her cry out, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. Each thrust sent her bouncing on my cock, her tits jiggling, her hair whipping around her face as I slammed into her.

”Oh God—! Yes—! Fuck—!” she screamed, her voice breaking as I reached deep—so deep I could feel her cervix, the tip of my cock brushing against her womb with every brutal stroke. ”That’s it—! Fuck me like a whore—! Harder—! I want to feel you in my womb—!”

I obeyed, my grip tightening as I lifted her higher, my cock spearing into her, the angle making her gasp, her body trembling as I pounded into her. ”You’re mine, Madam...” I growled, my voice rough with lust, my words a filthy promise. ”All mine...”