Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 431: Angela’s Swollen Pussy

I stopped teasing Mira right then.

With careful slowness, I withdrew my finger from her quivering asshole, making sure she sensed every bit of the pull until the swollen edge closed with a faint, moist snap. A slender thread of her arousal mixed with my precum connected us briefly before it broke apart.

Mira released a prolonged, unsteady breath of ease, her entire frame relaxing against mine as if all the strain had melted away.

Yet as she raised her head, her face burned a deep red, her gaze misty with irritation. She rolled her eyes in an over-the-top way—pure Mira attitude—while her legs shook and new moisture shone on her inner thighs.

I grinned, sweeping a sweaty lock of hair from her heated cheek.

She attempted to rise—swift and resolute, as if determination alone could flee the humiliation—but her legs gave way instantly when she tried to bear her weight.

A quiet, embarrassed "fuck—" escaped as she clutched my shoulder for balance, her limbs unsteady like a fawn's first steps. Her ripped dress—formerly a revealing scrap that molded to her every contour like temptation—now dangled in tattered strips around her waist, scarcely hiding the damp chaos between her legs.

"I... I’m going to clean myself up..." she stuttered, her tone breaking, avoiding my stare. "I... I reek of... like sex and embarrassment and your cum..."

Her eyes fell to the ruined cloth stuck to her form. She scrunched her nose in revulsion.

"Give me a fresh dress... and make it proper. That one was ridiculously revealing... my ass was visible with every step."

I laughed softly—deep and entertained—already digging into the duffel bag I’d hauled from the jeep the day before.

I extracted the outfit from Supermarket Store: faded blue jeans that fit closely without being provocative, a simple black t-shirt that would cling to her breasts sufficiently to tease me about what lay beneath, and a black leather jacket—supple and broken-in, carrying a subtle scent of freshness and thrill.

"Here, baby girl," I offered, passing them with feigned politeness. "Proper enough for my shy little wife. But honestly... I enjoyed watching you semi-nude with my seed trailing down your thighs."

Mira grabbed the stack from my hand, firing a look that blended frustration and unwilling desire. She pivoted away—abruptly demure—and began wriggling into the jeans.

The fabric glided up her legs with a gentle scrape, molding to the shape of her rear as if custom-made. She had to sway her hips to pull them past the fullness, and each subtle shake caused her flesh to quiver slightly, a reminder of the red imprints from my grip.

Next came the t-shirt—pulling taut over her torso, her nipples subtly pressing through the material despite the bra she’d somehow kept. Finally, the leather jacket zipped halfway, like a shield.

She appeared... damn, she looked irresistible. Seemingly pure at first glance, but I was aware of the secrets below: a recently used asshole still sore and twitching with each adjustment, a pussy that kept dripping since my exit, legs marked by the proof of her multiple climaxes on my shaft the previous night.

Mira ran her palms along the jacket’s front, inhaled deeply, then spun to confront me—head held high, face still aflame.

"Better," she grumbled. "At least now I don’t resemble someone who just got fucked in a cave by my... by you."

I advanced, invading her area just enough to quicken her heartbeat visibly.

"You still carry the scent of getting fucked in a cave by me," I whispered, leaning in to trail my nose down her neck’s side. "Sweat, cum, that delicious hint of your pussy when you gush... It clings to you, baby. No new outfit can conceal it."

She quaked—intensely—then pushed feebly at my torso.

"Quit... or I’ll never leave this place without the whole group figuring it out."

I smiled broadly, retreating with palms up in pretend defeat.

Before she could utter more, a figure appeared at the cave entrance.

Lisa.

She entered, outlined by the dim dawn glow momentarily before darkness enveloped her.

Her gaze darted from us—Mira poised in new attire and blushing, me bare and semi-erect, my length shiny from Mira’s rear—and a shadowy, eager glint crossed her features.

Lisa ran her tongue over her lips once—leisurely, purposefully, gliding along the bottom as if reliving last night’s chaos—then approached with that instinctive, stalking stride.

Angela roused at that moment—dazed, her lashes lifting like emerging from a heated trance. She blinked repeatedly, then propped herself on unsteady arms.

A faint, aching murmur slipped free as she straightened completely, her legs parting naturally. Her core was fully revealed—swollen, deep rose folds puffed and shiny, clit remaining swollen and visible like a tiny gem, inner parts wet from her repeated releases and the cum that had seeped from her damaged asshole during the night. She examined herself, forehead creasing in a blend of protest and lewd contentment.

"Hmph... It’s all puffy now..." she grumbled, her words heavy with drowsiness and persistent hunger. A single digit skimmed the rim of her mound—scarcely grazing—and she drew in a sharp breath at the tenderness.

"You bad guy... fucked me so roughly I can hardly press my legs together... my poor little pussy’s pulsing from being hammered like with a jackhammer..."

Mira’s attention locked onto Angela’s bare slit instantly. The flush that had just eased surged back over her face—vivid, shameful red.

She gulped, squeezing her thighs beneath the fresh denim, though the action merely caused her to flinch. Each minor motion evoked the lingering sting in her own rear, how it had widened and pulsed around my length at daybreak.

Regardless, she edged toward Angela—hobbling, clumsy, every stride jolting her depths anew. A quiet exhale burst forth with each forward lean—part discomfort, part the dirty echo of how profoundly I’d filled her.

"Angela..." she whispered, her tone faint and quivering, extending a hand as if compelled to caress, to soothe, to bond over the soreness.