Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 297: Ada’s Mask Cracks: The Slut Awakens

Ada's eyes grew wide as a wave of panic washed over her features, yet she did as she was told. Taking a trembling breath, she rolled onto her stomach, tilting her hips upward while spreading her thighs just enough to reveal her puckered, wax-sealed asshole.

The red wax shimmered, still warm and fresh against her flushed skin. Her asshole twitched and spasmed, clenching instinctively as if anticipating the coming contact.

I moved closer, letting my hot breath ghost over her skin. "Such a pretty little hole," I whispered, my fingertips tracing the perimeter of the wax seal.

A whimper escaped Ada's throat as her fingers gripped the bedding, her entire frame tensing in agonizing anticipation.

I spat.

A thick wad of saliva landed square on her asshole, sliding down into the tight creases. Ada gasped, her body jolting at the unexpected warmth, the sheer humiliation causing her asshole to constrict even tighter.

A deep, guttural sound vibrated in my chest. My tongue darted out to taste the salt on Ada’s skin before I pressed my mouth firmly against the wax-sealed tightness of her asshole.

My lips formed a seal around the stubborn ring, my tongue probing and flicking at the wax to coax the sensitive flesh hidden beneath it.

The heat from my mouth softened the seal, sending electric shocks through her. Ada reacted like a live wire—shaking, rigid, and starving for more.

"AAAAH—FUCK! DEXTER—!" Her cry was raw and primal as her back arched sharply, shoving her ass directly into my face.

The wax seal intensified every feeling—the heavy pressure of my lips, the trapped, boiling heat, and the intoxicating clash of agony and ecstasy—until her pussy, also encased in wax, betrayed her. Her juices overflowed, running down her thighs in thick, glistening streaks as the scent of her arousal filled the room.

I increased the pressure, sucking harder while my tongue worked in relentless circles around her puckered hole. My fingers clamped onto the soft flesh of her ass cheeks, pulling her wide open to expose her fully to my attention.

Under the combined heat of my breath and the constant moisture of my tongue, the wax gave way further, melting enough to make Ada writhe and moan. Her muscles pulsed in waves of desperation, her breathing reduced to ragged, frantic gasps.

Then, I suddenly pulled away. The abrupt loss of contact made her whine in protest, but I was already throwing off my clothes, my cock throbbing and heavy with a painful ache of anticipation.

Ruth let out a sharp gasp, her eyes widening in pure shock at the sight before her. "Dexter... what the hell are you doing?" she stammered, her voice wavering between curiosity and total disbelief as her fingers toyed nervously with her skirt.

I looked back at her, my expression dark and immovable, my voice a low growl. "Her asshole isn’t healing." The words were almost a snarl, my mind focused entirely on the necessity of the act.

As my fingers traced the wax-sealed ring of Ada’s asshole, she gasped, her body jerking at the touch. "I need to feel deep inside her... to grasp the sickness firsthand." I pressed my thumb against the seal, feeling its resistance. "The only way is to push my cock inside her."

Ruth’s brow furrowed, her voice shaking with doubt. "But Dexter... won’t that make you sick? What if it’s contagious?" Her eyes jumped between Ada and me, her face etched with uncertainty.

A slow, arrogant smirk crossed my face as I gripped my cock, stroking it with agonizing slowness. "I won’t get sick," I murmured, my voice thick with confidence.

"My grandfather’s herbs run through my veins." I leaned toward her, my breath hot against her ear as I made a dark promise.

"They’ve made me immune to more than you can imagine." My free hand reached out, moving a stray hair from Ruth’s reddened cheek. Though the touch seemed gentle, my fingers curled slightly in a silent claim. "Trust me."

Ada’s breath hitched, her body shaking as she forced out a broken, breathless laugh. "Y-Yeah... Dexter..." Her voice was heavy with both shame and lust, her asshole clenching on its own at the thought of what was next.

"N-No... you don’t have to dirty yourself... not with this filthy, used-up asshole..." Her protest was weak, her hips already betraying her words as they shifted restlessly, seeking me out despite her claims.

"It’s... it’s too much... you shouldn’t—NNNGH!" A sharp gasp escaped her as my fingers traced the wax-sealed ring of her asshole, tormenting the sensitive skin underneath.

I looked at Ruth, my voice a rough, low rumble. "I won’t stand by and watch Mother Ada suffer." My eyes burned with resolve, my cock pulsing painfully against my palm. "Dirty or not, I won’t back down. Not when she needs me this badly."

Before they could say another word, I grabbed the base of my cock and slapped the thick, veined head against Ada’s wax-sealed entrance.

The wet, filthy smack rang out through the room. Ada’s body convulsed, her back arching as a strangled scream tore from her throat. "AAAAAAAAH—FUUUCK! DEXTER, YOU—OH GOD—!" Her voice broke and her fingers clawed at the sheets as I shoved forward, the wax yielding with a slick, sticky resistance.

The head of my cock forced its way in, stretching her wide, and Ada’s scream turned into a broken, high-pitched wail. "IT’S TOO BIG—IT BURNS—AAAH! BUT DON’T STOP—PLEASE, DON’T STOP!"

Ruth scrambled to Ada’s side, her hands hovering over her mother’s shaking shoulders, her eyes wide with shock and a hint of dark fascination. "Mother! Does it hurt?!" she shouted, but her eyes were glued to the lewd sight of my cock buried deep in Ada’s ass, the wax seal on her pussy glistening with her arousal.

Ada’s reply came in desperate, ragged gasps as I pushed deeper into her. "I-IT HURTS—SO FUCKING MUCH—!" Her voice peaked in a scream as I bottomed out, my hips flush against her backside, her tight ring clamping around my cock like a vice.

"BUT IT’S—OH GOD—IT’S SO GOOD! I CAN FEEL YOU EVERYWHERE—!" Her words dissolved into animalistic moans as she writhed, pushing back against me, hungry for more. "MORE, DEXTER—FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE ME FEEL IT—MAKE ME FORGET THE PAIN—!"

Hearing Ada’s raw, unfiltered moans of need, I knew her pretense was over. Even with Ruth watching, her mask of restraint had shattered completely. The shame was gone; there was no more holding back.

There was only this: the hungry, desperate sounds coming from her lips and her body shaking with a need that could no longer be denied.

I groaned, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips to hold her still as I began to thrust. "That’s it, Mother..." My voice was a guttural snarl as my control began to slip.

"Take every inch. You’re doing so well..." Each lunge forced a fresh scream from her, her asshole gripping me with a tightness that was almost painful.

"AH! AH! AH!—DEXTER, I’M GONNA—!" Her body shook with convulsions, her pussy gushing beneath its wax seal, juices soaking her thighs as she hovered on the brink.

"You’re gonna what?" I growled, slamming into her with raw force, my balls slapping against her drenched pussy. "Tell me, Mother. Tell me what you need."