Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 417: Mira: Wait… Don’t… It’s Me

"Hnn... wife... I’m going to shove it into that untouched asshole," I snarled, my tone heavy with desire, rasping the words while I thrust against her. "Don’t you dare scream, you dirty slut... or I’ll force you to swallow your own cries as I tear you apart."

I gathered a thick wad of saliva, allowing it to ooze lewdly from my mouth onto my fingers, then rubbed it directly onto her tight little opening. Her rear entrance was minuscule, a clenched pink bud twitching in terror, encircled by a subtle halo of fine, dark fuzz that I’d mock her for soon enough.

I circled the spit around it, sensing the ring quiver beneath my fingers—warm, defiant, yet beginning to yield from the prior probing. It was nasty how it blinked at me, now shiny with my spit blended with her perspiration, a earthy aroma wafting up that caused my dick to throb more intensely.

I spit once more, this time straight onto the tip of my cock, pumping myself harshly and quickly to coat the length with the wetness, making it shine in the faint illumination.

Using one hand, I spread her buttocks far apart—laying bare that exposed ring fully, observing it tremble in the chilly cavern breeze. Her opening was so narrow, scarcely wider than my thumb, yet I noticed its throbbing, revealing her body’s hidden urge despite her soft whines of resistance.

I smacked my cock onto it—thwack, thwack—the thick flesh striking her sensitive skin, leaving slimy streaks of precum that trickled down her cleft toward her soaked pussy. Every hit caused her to jerk, her asshole contracting then easing, as if inviting penetration.

At last, I positioned the thick tip precisely against that defiant circle—warm, firm, and relentless. I advanced with a deliberate, ruthless pressure, sensing the firm ring resist me at every bit. It expanded around me like an elastic on the verge of breaking, the edge paling from the tension as the head pushed through with a slick, popping suck.

Damn, it was paradise—the blaze within her was searing, her insides clamping me like a clamp, so snug it teetered on agony.

Mira’s whole frame quivered fiercely, her limbs trembling, her spine bowing as though fleeing the fiery expansion. Tears streamed down her cheeks, drenching my grip, her stifled cries morphing into sharp wails that I just managed to muffle.

I paused there for an agonizing instant, only the tip embedded in her untouched rear, relishing how her passage convulsed around me—squeezing and letting go in wild pulses, attempting to push out the invader but merely stroking me firmer.

"Damn," I whispered harshly into her ear, my words rough and crude. "Your asshole’s strangling my cock, you vile whore... so damn tight, like it’s never felt a thing.

But see it now—gaped wide by me, that lovely pink edge all swollen and flushed, craving further. You’re dripping all over, Angela... your pussy’s envious, flowing like a tap as I seize this nasty rear entrance."

I inched ahead once more, plunging further into that fiery warmth, feeling her inner depths undulate and flutter in alarm. Her rear was silky inside, bumpy and varied in textures that made my sack tighten, each slight shift firing jolts along my back.

Perspiration streamed down her cleft, merging with my saliva and precum, transforming the entry into a slippery, vulgar glide. She twitched feebly, her fists clenching the bedding, but it only pulled me in more—another bit, then another—until half my length was sunk into her bowels, distending her to the brink.

On the other side of the bed, Angela’s breaths came in harsh bursts, quick pants she couldn’t conceal, her form moving faintly as if she were pressing her legs together.

Lisa remained silent, but the atmosphere buzzed with her alertness—likely touching herself discreetly, the sly woman, aroused by the noises of me destroying her companion.

I rested my brow against the nape of Mira’s neck, breathing in the pungent mix of her fear-laced sweat and excitement, my other hand drifting down to lightly smack her clit—causing her asshole to squeeze me even harder.

"Shhh," I murmured, my lips brushing her flesh as I drove in further, reaching full depth with a deep grunt.

"Take it silently, you rear-pounded slut... or I’ll pound you so fiercely the entire cave learns how your nasty passage gurgles and puffs around my cock, drawing out every bit while your companions act oblivious."

Her form shuddered with wordless weeping, but her asshole—hell, her asshole—thrummed with life, throbbing and holding like it was built for this, the taut band distended lewdly around my thickness, blanching from the pressure.

I withdrew gradually, experiencing the pull of her walls adhering to me, then rammed back—fiercer, profounder—initiating a pace that set her breasts jiggling and her respiration catching in fractured gasps.

Precum oozed within her, easing the path for dirtier drives, her entrance producing damp, slurping noises with each dive. I extended around to probe her drenched pussy once more, bending three fingers profoundly while my thumb toyed with her clit, reducing her to a quaking puddle of excess sensation.

"You’re loving this, aren’t you, Angela?" I snarled more boldly now, continuing the charade, aware the rest could listen.

"Your untouched asshole is getting demolished... all sore and wide by dawn. I’m going to stuff it, sweetheart—flood you with semen until it seeps from that widened gap, branding you as my filthy seed receptacle here before them all."

Mira’s stifled wails intensified, her frame fully surrendering—pelvis beginning to push back against my drives, her asshole relaxing sufficiently for me to go fully in, the lewd smack of body against body resonating quietly.

I struck her rear once more for emphasis—phhhhat—the damp, fleshy snap reverberating through the cavern like a lash in the darkness. Her full buttock rippled wildly beneath my hand, the flesh already reddening with vivid palm marks that shimmered softly in the golden lamp glow.

Her asshole gripped fiercely during the stroke, the expanded edge clutching my cock like a frantic hand, attempting to draw me further even as her form cried out against it. The vulgar slosh of my length thrusting into and out of her lubed rear filled the moist atmosphere—damp, lewd, undeniable.

Then, incredibly—via pure desperate effort—Mira succeeded in dislodging the drenched underwear I’d crammed into her mouth before. They fell from her lips with a gentle, soggy pat on the bedding. Her tone escaped in a hoarse, shaky groan that pierced the facade.

"Aah... Dexter... wait... don’t... it’s me... hmmm... Mira..."

The name lingered, delicate and devastating.

I halted mid-drive—cock sunk fully in her twitching rear—then pulled my hand from her mouth as if scorched. Astonishment spread over my features, genuine enough for the performance. My gaze bulged, jaw dropping in overdone shock as I gazed at her reddened, tear-stained visage in the subdued light.

"Mira..."

She offered no chance for me to regroup.