Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 423: Mira’s Neglected Vagina

"Shhh, new sister," Angela murmured, her voice laced with sweetness and malice. "See how eager this tiny clit is... neglected for ages, it’s almost weeping. Jack never touched it this way, right? Never twisted it till stars exploded in your vision."

She bent closer, her tongue darting out for a single, intentional lick—directly across the squeezed pearl. The broad side of her tongue trailed warm and slick, savoring the sharp rush of Mira’s excitement blended with the subtle bitterness of two years’ pent-up need.

Mira’s head snapped backward, her mouth opening wide in a voiceless cry. "Oh—fuck—please—!" Her legs shook fiercely around my torso, a new wave of wetness surging out in an embarrassing spurt that trickled down my neck.

Her features flushed deep red—the color blooming from her face down to her breasts—as Angela drew the clit into her mouth for a brief, lewd moment, releasing it with a damp pop after letting go of the twist. A slender thread of spit linked Angela’s tongue to Mira’s throbbing tip for an instant before breaking.

Lisa remained on the sidelines, on her knees with her legs squeezed together, face deeply colored, and gaze unfocused while she observed her "boss" Angela in action.

She gnawed her lower lip until it paled, one hand drifting instinctively toward her own thighs, tracing lazy patterns over the moistened front of her shorts.

"God, Angela... you’re cruel," she breathed, her tone heavy with jealousy and desire. "Look at her—she’s trembling like a branch in the wind. That poor, overlooked pussy has never been toyed with so mercilessly."

I was done just observing.

My palms grabbed Mira’s rear—digits pressing into the yielding, still-sensitive skin bearing the crimson imprints from my previous strikes.

I squeezed firmly, hoisting her effortlessly, dragging her soaked core upward and onward until her drenched mound floated directly above my lips. The aroma struck me intensely—earthy, sharp, urgent—and I wasted no time.

I pulled her down onto my features.

My tongue dove directly into her crevices, piercing past the rough hairs to stroke her opening with extended, vulgar sweeps.

I pulled her clit firmly into my mouth—sealing my lips around it, sucking inward as I tugged the engorged pearl between my cheeks like I aimed to drain her completely. Mira let out a piercing shriek—a hoarse, shattered noise that reverberated through the cavern—her fingers clutching my locks, yanking with enough force to smart while her pelvis rocked downward on reflex.

"Dexter—oh god—your mouth—!" she wept, her words breaking apart. Her core tightened and pulsed against my tongue, inner muscles contracting as if eager to draw me further in.

I drove into her with my tongue—pushing back and forth in a coarse, messy cadence—while my nose rubbed roughly against her clit, spreading her fluids over my skin.

Each pull and stroke produced lewd, slurping sounds that filled the steamy atmosphere. Her legs locked around my skull, quaking so intensely I feared she’d squeeze too hard.

Angela observed with shadowed, ravenous stares, her digits still shining from Mira’s clit. "That’s right, husband... swallow her down. Force her to gush all over that handsome face. She’s held it back for years—let it drown you completely."

Lisa let out a quiet whine from nearby, her palm now slipped into her shorts, digits quickening their pace. "She’s about to climax already... see her hips—grinding on your face like it’s her last breath. Poor Mira... Jack never went down on her, huh? Never brought her to this kind of release."

Mira’s wails turned desperate, her speech melting into nonsense. "I’m—gonna—please—don’t stop—!" Her frame stiffened entirely, spine bowing, feet clenching against the bedding as the peak rushed at her like an unstoppable force.

And precisely on the verge—exactly as her core began those warning flutters before release—I withdrew.

With both hands, I pushed her pelvis away and upward from my face, positioning her leaking, open pussy just inches from my lips. A heavy strand of her wetness connected my mouth to her clit before it tore, falling onto my jaw.

Mira howled—a sharp, anguished, primal noise. "No—no—no—please—!" Her pelvis bucked ahead frantically, seeking my lips, but I kept her steady, my grip leaving marks on her backside. Frustration’s tears gathered in her eyes, overflowing as she shuddered at the precipice. "Dexter—why—? I was so close—!"

I smirked upward at her, my mouth and jaw gleaming with her essence. "Because you don’t climax until I permit it, baby girl. You wanted to ’deal with me’? Then accept what I offer—and at this moment, I’m offering nothing until you plead correctly."

Angela chuckled deeply and crudely, bending to trail her tongue up Mira’s inner leg, sampling the spill that had run down. "Did you catch that, sister? Our husband is edging you already. That ignored little core will pulse all evening if you don’t figure out how to beg like a proper slut."

Lisa inched nearer on all fours, her voice quivering with excitement. "See her opening—it’s pulsing. She’ll break down in tears if you don’t allow her release soon."

Mira wept, her pelvis twitching without control, her pussy leaking constant streams onto my torso once more. "Please... Dexter... please let me come... I’ll do anything... I’ll be good... I’ll be your perfect wife... just—please—!"

I angled my head, my tongue extending to graze her clit with the faintest, torturous contact—just sufficient to make her twitch and moan.

"Not yet," I rumbled against her drenched folds. "First, you’ll lower onto my dick and ride me as Angela and Lisa observe. Then—perhaps—I’ll allow your climax. If you cry out loud enough for everyone in the cave to know what a needy, dick-starved slut our new sister truly is."

Mira’s shattered groan served as sufficient reply.

She bobbed her head wildly, tears flowing, her form already descending toward my erect, pulsing member—prepared to skewer herself and show exactly how desperately she craved acceptance.

Mira’s shattered groan served as sufficient reply.

She bobbed her head wildly, tears tracing paths down her heated face, her form already descending toward my erect, pulsing member—prepared to skewer herself and demonstrate precisely how urgently she yearned for belonging. Her fingers trembled as she stretched between our bodies, tips grazing my slick length, still glazed in her saliva and fluids from my earlier attentions.

She attempted to position me—awkwardly, shakily—aligning the broad tip with her leaking gateway, but her pelvis lurched too impatiently, missing initially and gliding my shaft along her fuzzy divide, distributing precum amid the thick strands until they shone like damp fabric.

"Easy, baby girl," I rumbled, clamping her hips more tightly, digits sinking into the pliant skin still reddened from my strikes. "Let me handle it. You’re far too frantic to line it up properly."

Mira mewled, nodding obediently like the ideal submissive, her legs shivering as she parted herself. I adjusted my pelvis, lodging the inflated tip precisely at her snug, quivering entrance—sensing the warmth, the slippery barrier, how her lips eagerly spread around me prior to any movement.

Then I drove upward—gradually at the start, purposefully—observing her eyes flutter shut as the wide summit widened her.

"Ahh—fuck—Dexter—it’s too big—!" she gasped, her tone shrill and splintering, palms landing on my shoulders for support. Her inner walls gripped like a clamp, pulsing erratically around the invader, so constricted it seemed she hadn’t been taken right in years—which was the truth.

Bit by bit, I burrowed further, the damp, vulgar slurp of her long-ignored core engulfing me, resounding in the cavern. Her fluids squirted around my length with each advance, streaming down my sac in warm trails.