Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 364: Mira’s Bold Move

Megan angled her hips a touch further ahead—her ass cheeks spreading wider still—sending the flow curving upward, extending longer, the sound evolving from a hiss into a richer, damper splash against the swelling pool under her. Her plump rear tightened once more—tendons flexing beneath the smooth flesh, cheeks quivering gently from the strain of keeping her squat.

A faint, unwilling whimper slipped from her lips—softly heard yet clear—blending delight with release as the inner tension began to fade.

The hissing eased off—diminishing from a powerful spray to a gentle, sporadic drip. A last few droplets hung on her swollen folds, trailing lazily along her inner legs in shiny paths before falling to the earth. She trembled all over—her ass cheeks shaking as the final warm dribble slid across her skin.

She lingered there briefly—in that crouched pose, bared and open, rear pushed outward, folds still leaking, cheeks glowing rosy from the strain and shame.

Then, with one hand, she stretched backward—fingers grazing her tender lips as she cleaned herself using a broad leaf.

The touch drew a quiet gasp from her—hips twitching ahead sharply, rear wobbling once again—and a small drop of excitement formed at her opening, blending with the leftover urine before she brushed it off.

She rose gradually—her full ass jiggling as she stood—then leaned down to hike up her underwear and trousers. The lace smacked lightly against her flesh with a faint snap, clinging to those lush cheeks like an extra layer. Almost without thinking, she ran her hands across her rear—cradling the shapes, giving a single squeeze as though confirming all was secure.

From my spot concealed behind the sturdy oak, I kept my breathing light and steady, my shaft still pulsing with fierce hardness inside my pants—pre-cum seeping through the cloth in a moist heat, the throb nearly too much to bear after seeing Megan’s curvy ass contract and relax with each burst of her streaming urine.

Megan scanned the area one last time—utterly oblivious that I’d caught every private, lewd instant of her secret release—then adjusted her underwear and pants upward.

The dark lace flicked against the base of her rear with a gentle pop, enveloping those generous cheeks as if envious of any breeze grazing them.

She glided her hands over the fullness—cradling it, pressing once like she relished the sensation—then headed back to camp, her hips rolling in a mesmerizing sway, rear bouncing with each stride in that snug, tantalizing beat that only heightened the tension in my groin.

I held back until her steps vanished entirely, then let out a slow breath—shaft remaining stiff as stone, throbbing irritably against my fly. With a rough shift, I rearranged myself, stifling a swear, and moved quietly toward the open space—stealthy, unseen, thoughts already spinning with schemes for what was to come.

The instant I emerged into sight, Mira’s gaze whipped in my direction like it was drawn by force.

Her stare fixed on me—large, shadowy, still gleaming from prior tears and a fiercer, more urgent spark.

Silent as she was, she stood from her seat next to Paul, dusting her palms on her legs with swift, jittery gestures that sent her ample breasts shifting faintly beneath her top. The rest were occupied—Jack murmuring quietly to Lisa, the women clustered close, Bill gazing downward—to spot it immediately.

Mira wasted no time.

She grasped my hand—fearless, digits encircling mine with unexpected firmness and a heat that shot directly to my crotch—and yanked me aside, drawing me from the glow of the fire into the denser woods bordering the clearing.

I allowed her to guide me—taken aback by the abrupt boldness, yet smirking inwardly. This felt fresh. Utterly fresh. Her palm felt yielding, a bit slick from residual perspiration, and the manner her fingers wove with mine came off as owning, close—like she was staking her claim on me in the open light of day.

I looked over my shoulder offhandedly—scanning the World Map in my head. Jack’s crimson marker flickered on right away. He’d seen. He was getting up leisurely, as if merely loosening up... yet his route bent toward us. He trailed behind—silent, wary, on guard.

Ideal.

This could work to my advantage. Stir some unrest. Allow him a glimpse sufficient to sharpen the edge without revealing too much. Let jealousy sear him as I toyed with Mira just beyond his sight.

Mira drew me further into the woods—deep enough for the camp noises to soften into a distant hum, the foliage enveloping us like a secluded shelter. Rays of sun filtered through the branches in bright flecks, highlighting her reddened face and the subtle gloss of sweat lingering on her collarbone, rendering her skin radiant as if inviting contact.

She halted—swiveled to confront me—and drew the handgun from her belt. The very one I’d handed her the night before. She placed it in my grasp—chilled steel on my flesh—her fingertips delaying on mine, stroking the back of my hand with a barely-there caress that stirred my shaft once more.

"Here," she whispered gently, tone hushed and quivering a bit, her breaths arriving in quick, ragged bursts. "Take it back. I’ll ask Officer Megan if she has any extra bullets... and I’ll give them to you. You need it more than I do—after what you did today... risking everything for us."

I shook my head softly—measured and intentional—allowing my fingers to close over hers, keeping her palm pressed to the weapon.

"It’s okay," I whispered, letting my voice fall to that deep, gravelly pitch I knew sent shivers through her.

Behind her—roughly twenty meters away—Jack had arrived at a sturdy trunk. He peered from its side now, expression strained, gaze sharpened. He caught me clasping her hand. Noted how our fingers entwined. Observed the blush rising along her throat.

Mira faced away from him. She remained clueless.

I acted unaware—kept my focus on Mira.

I reached to my rear—putting on a display of retrieving an item from my belt—and revealed the spare handgun. The one Paul had dropped during the lion’s assault. The one I’d discreetly retrieved and tucked into my system storage. To Mira, it appeared I’d just kept it hidden there the whole time.

I set it into her grasp—heated metal on her gentle skin—and observed her eyes grow round in astonishment, her mouth opening a fraction in a quiet inhale that brought my thoughts rushing to the sensation of those lips on mine from before.