Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 427: Angela: Don’t Watch, Lisa

I grabbed one of her breasts roughly, kneading the yielding flesh until it overflowed my fingers, my thumb pressing her nipple into a hardened nub, while my free hand smacked her inner thigh with force enough to leave a stinging red mark.

"No need to fret, my desperate little tease," I rumbled, my tone laced with wicked delight as I bent close to nip her earlobe, drawing it into my mouth between my teeth.

"I’ll fetch you a fresh one. In fact, I’ll grab ten more that tear just as readily, so every time I crave diving into this sopping slit or stretching your untouched rear wide, I can rip them apart."

"For the moment, though? This form is all mine to reveal and ravage... and damn, you’re already dripping like a tap from the mere rip of fabric."

A soft whimper escaped her lips—her thighs spreading further by reflex, her smooth mound flashing at me, the folds parting to reveal the rosy, wet interior pulsing with need. I refused her the chance to plead.

With raw strength, I rolled her onto hands and knees—her legs parting on the padding, rear lifted high in invitation, spine curving into that ideal, yielding arch that sent my shaft throbbing and oozing another thick bead of pre.

My palms gripped her buttocks tightly—digits digging into the solid, cushiony meat, massaging the firmness until she mewled—and I spread her wide.

God, the view was straight out of filth: her pristine rear entrance, that small, rosy ring hidden in her cleft, blinking timidly under the glaring lamp glow—clenched like a knot, pristine and innocent, framed by the flawless, light skin of her valley, already sheened lightly with anxious perspiration.

Beneath, her core wept openly, nectar flowing down to slick her perineum, her button engorged and protruding like an eager gem.

Without restraint, I plunged my face between her cheeks—nose nudging directly against that quivering orifice, breathing in deeply and crudely, forcing the ring apart with insistence until it gave way sufficiently for me to savor her: earthy, fresh, mingled with the subtle sharpness of her excitement leaking from her pussy, utterly

"H-Husband—! Oh god—no—don’t sniff it like that...!" Angela cried out, her voice shattering with mortified desire, her face scorching as she attempted to contract it—but it only made the opening tighten and flicker against my nose, pulsing like a frantic tiny lips.

"It’s... it’s filthy... grimy there... I’m—ahh—humiliated... quit inhaling my asshole like some deviant...!"

I hummed deeply against her flesh—the buzz sending her shuddering—and swept my tongue broad and coarse across her ring in a single, vulgar stroke, from perineum to spine base, sampling the briny-sweet edge of her sweat and the subtle, private scent of her virgin passage. She jerked ahead with a fractured groan, limbs quaking as she scraped at the surface.

"Filthy? Sweetheart, this dirty little rear tastes like pure bliss—snug and bashful, gripping my tongue as if craving it desperately. You’re gushing so fiercely your pussy’s soaking the padding just from my sniffing and lapping at your secret entrance."

"Wager you’ve teased it on the sly, right? Stroking that button while fantasizing about my dick ripping it apart..."

I pressed further—tongue piercing beyond the stubborn edge, plunging into her untouched depths with slick, messy drives that produced obscene squelching noises resounding through the cavern.

My nose mashed into her taint, stimulating her clit by proxy via the force, as my fingers held her globes separated like iron clamps.

Angela’s cries grew wild—pelvis rocking back into my features, rear entrance contracting and drawing at my probing tongue while she pursued the rising tension.

"F-Fuck—husband—your tongue—in my ass—!! It’s too far—too intense—!! I’m gonna—gonna climax—just from you devouring my filthy hole—!! Please—don’t halt—force me to squirt from my virgin rear—!!"

Her words came as a lustful, frantic wail—form quivering, core squeezing in plain sight, fluids jetting in small pre-climax bursts onto my jaw.

She teetered on the brink, her ring convulsing around my tongue as if urging it inward more.

Yet I withdrew suddenly—abandoning her passage blinking and vacant, shining with my saliva.

—my hand struck her right globe, smacking with such power the meat rippled and flushed crimson at once, the crack booming like lightning in the steamy atmosphere.

Angela squeaked—sharp, startled, yet infused with raw arousal—her frame lurching ahead, core spurting anew onto the padding. "Aaaaah...! Husband—don’t—!! It hurts—feels so amazing—!! Spank me stronger—torment my rear—!!"

She glanced over her shoulder then—expression heated to her scalp, stare hazy with craving—but her eyes caught Lisa, who stood rigid mere steps distant: legs squeezed firmly her joints bumping, face aflame with red.

One palm idly cupping her own crotch through her stealth garb, gaze broad and fixed on the indecent scene—my features sunk in her superior’s buttocks, tongue plunging that pristine ring as Angela groaned like a vixen in estrus.

Angela’s flush intensified to explosive degrees. "L-Lisa...! Look elsewhere—immediately—! You can’t peek...! This is—ahh—my husband’s tongue in my grubby asshole... it’s far too mortifying—don’t observe me being savored like a harlot—!!"

I chuckled into Angela’s cleft—warm exhalation causing her ring to quiver—then smacked her opposing globe, seeing the paired imprints flare like seals. She squeaked once more—more aroused this round, pelvis thrusting rearward for additional—core leaking continuously now.

"No," I barked, tone stifled against her buttocks as I bit the sensitive inner curve.

"Shouldn’t Lisa guard you properly as your protector, darling? Vigilant as I harass this flawless rear? What if an intruder—namely me—attacks from behind? She ought to witness each depraved instant: how I part your cheeks and tongue-plunge your grimy virgin passage until you’re spurting from humiliation."

Angela mewled, hiding her face in her limbs, yet her rear swayed back toward me regardless—eager, disloyal. "Hmph... only you aim to assault and tease me this way... inhaling my asshole, marking it crimson... forcing me to drip like a strumpet before my very sentry..."

She glanced up once more—faltering at Lisa, who remained rooted, legs chafing together urgently. "S-Still staring...? Lisa—avert your eyes—beg you—don’t behold how soaked my pussy becomes from his tongue in my ass...!"

Lisa wavered—chewing her lip until it paled, glance darting from Angela’s bared buttocks to my grinning visage, her trousers now plainly damp at the groin.

I met her stare—dominant, implacable. "Lisa... ignore your superior’s timid objections. Though she leads outside in society... inside here?"

"In our sleeping space? I hold command. Her spouse. Her almighty deity. Thus, you’re under my sway too—my covert peeper temptress, observing and absorbing how to submit. Draw nearer. Immediately. Why not assist Angela some... aid me in parting this rear broader so I can ruin her thoroughly."