Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 416: Mosquito Bites in the Dark

My tongue darted out once more—quickly, repeatedly—taunting the wild dark strands that had sprouted freely, before I bit softly at the delicate fold connecting her arm to her body. Her entire form trembled fiercely; new wetness soaked my fingers, which were still thrust deep within her pussy.

The snug circle of her ass gripped the finger I'd eased inside, throbbing helplessly in sync with each lewd phrase.

"You allowed it to grow so untamed just for me to discover, right?" I murmured low, tracing my tongue in a slow, vulgar line from the heart of her underarm to the inner swell of her bicep.

"All tender and ignored... awaiting your husband to lap you clean like the filthy hidden vice you are."

On the other side of the bed, Angela's breaths had grown uneven—still feigning slumber, yet the catch in each breath exposed her ruse. Lisa remained motionless, but the atmosphere had changed: denser now, charged, as if the cave itself waited tensely.

Mira's head jerked once—feeble, frantic refusal—yet her hips revealed her true desire. They pushed back against me in small, embarrassed twists, seeking the fullness of my fingers, the tension in her ass, the humid warmth of my mouth lingering near her underarm.

I sealed my lips there once more, drawing firmly to create a subtle crimson spot, then murmured so softly that only she caught the harshness woven into every word:

"Tomorrow I'll stretch those lovely arms open under the sun, blade ready, with Lisa and Mira observing. You'll be leaking the entire time... won't you, Angela? Pleading for me to continue until every part of you is bare and revealed... exactly as your wicked husband prefers."

Her pussy contracted sharply around my fingers, nearly disrupting my pace. A fractured, high-pitched whine slipped past the side of my hand—subdued, yet impossible to miss.

I grinned into the shadows against her flesh.

"Good girl," I exhaled against the moist skin of her neck, my warm breath causing her to quake like foliage in a gale. "Keep acting like you despise this... it just fuels my urge to destroy you further."

My unoccupied hand slipped beneath the flimsy, perspiration-drenched cloth of her shirt, grasping crudely at the yielding, rising swells of her breasts.

I clamped onto one as if famished, digits sinking into the supple tissue, compressing so intensely that I sensed her pulse racing through the surface. Her nipple stood rigid already, a firm nub craving torment—I pinched it between thumb and finger, turning it slightly to deliver a surge of agony-mingled ecstasy directly to her center.

Mira's form gave her away at once; a stifled cry tore from her, quivering hot and urgent against my hand where I held her mouth sealed. It was obscene, her noise—like a female animal in estrus, pleading for additional even while tears flowed down her heated face.

She attempted to twist free then, her delicate hands scratching feebly at my wrist, my sturdy forearm, nails grazing harmlessly over my skin in a desperate grasp for escape. Her ass globes squeezed firmly around the root of my cock positioned in her cleft, as if she believed she could dislodge me through pure determination.

Utterly charming. I permitted her to thrash briefly, relishing how her efforts merely pressed her perspiration-glazed body more insistently against me, her pussy folds leaking and spreading moisture across my leg. Then I pulled back and delivered my hand like a lash, striking sharply and cruelly over her full ass cheek.

The noise burst through the cave like a storm, rebounding off the moist rock surfaces, potent enough to rouse the departed. Her skin quivered from the blow, a scarlet palm mark appearing right away on that fair, flawless expanse.

Mira's body lurched ahead with force, her pussy clenching around emptiness since my fingers had withdrawn, a new flood of her wanton fluids seeping along her inner legs.

She emitted a strangled moan—profound, raw, subdued yet clear—like the smack had forced the breath from her chest.

Lisa's words cut into the thick quiet from the bed's distant end, drowsy yet tinged with that aware sharpness, as though she joined our perverse play.

"What’s that sound?"

I showed no reaction, no pause. My tone emerged sleek as satin, relaxed and entertained, as if I too were half-awake and this was merely routine bliss.

"Oh, it’s nothing... just some mosquitoes. Trying to bite me."

To emphasize—and since I adored how her ass quivered beneath my touch—I struck her once more, with greater force. Phhhhat. The damp, fleshy impact rang out stronger, her cheek wobbling like gelatin, the burn likely searing like flames over her skin.

Mira moaned more profoundly now, a shattered, primal noise that seeped beyond my hand's grip, her frame shaking without control as shame and excitement clashed within her. Her asshole tightened on reflex, that narrow ring blinking at me in the faint glow, already glossy from my prior saliva and her own perspiration trailing down her divide.

I drew near, my lips grazing the curve of her ear, tone sinking to a rough murmur loaded with depraved vow.

"Be quiet, you filthy little cunt... otherwise Lisa’s really gonna learn what a cock-hungry whore you are, begging for it in the dark like this."

Mira stiffened like prey caught in beams, her breaths arriving in brief, frantic puffs against my palm, mucus and tears blending into a chaotic mark on my skin. But her hips—damn, her hips revealed the truth, jerking back toward me in minute, mortified loops, rubbing her drenched pussy folds against my thigh as if powerless to resist.

I moved behind her, tugging my trousers apart with brusque haste, my cock bursting forth like a freed monster—wide as her wrist, ridged and pulsing, the tip bloated violet and oozing a constant flow of precum that daubed warm and tacky against her lower spine.

I slotted it straight into the humid groove of her asscrack, allowing her to sense every textured length glide amid those lush cheeks, the warmth of her flesh making my balls draw up with desire. Her ass was ideal—pliant, curved, and pristine, the sort of unspoiled ground that set my desires ablaze. I rumbled deeply in my chest, hips swaying leisurely, thrusting along the split of her ass as a tease of the havoc ahead.