Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Jennifer’s Marriage Ring
“Beg like the dog you are…” Her pussy squeezed me tight, milking me, making me gasp. “Maybe I’ll let you have more…” She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a filthy whisper. “If you beg nicely.”

“F-Fuck…” I whimpered, my cock throbbing, aching, as she rolled her hips again, her pussy clenching around me, denying me the rest. “P-Please, Mother-in-Law…” My voice was a broken plea, my pride shattered under her teasing. “I need more… I need all of you…”

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching around my cock, soaking it with her juices. “Mmm…”

“Such a needy boy…” Her fingers trailed up her body, cupping her tits, squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples, making her whimper. “But no…” She chuckled, low, dark, her pussy milking my cock, tormenting me. “You only get this much…”

“Aaaaaah—! F-Fuck—!” I groaned, my cock pulsing inside her, my body trembling with frustration and lust. “I-I’ll go crazy…” My voice was a whisper, desperate, broken, as she rolled her hips again, her pussy squeezing just the tip of my cock, denying me the rest.

Jennifer’s smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. “Good,” she purred, her voice slutty, cruel, as she ground her pussy against my cock, making me gasp.

“Maybe that’s the point…” Her fingers dug into my chest, her nails biting into my skin, marking me. “Maybe I want you to beg…” Her pussy clenched around my cock, milking it tightly, tormenting me. “Maybe I want you to suffer…”

Jennifer rolled her hips again, her pussy squeezing just the tip of my cock, denying me the rest, driving me fucking wild. The heat of her cunt lingered on my shaft, taunting me, tormenting me, making my cock throb with unfulfilled need.

“Aaaaaaah…” She moaned, her voice breathy, slutty, her fingers pinching her nipples, making her whimper, her pussy dripping around my cock. The sight of her—flushed, needful, still trying to keep her arrogance—made my cock pulse with dark lust.

Then—

She pulled my cock out with a slow, deliberate motion, letting it slip from her pussy with a wet, obscene pop. “Aaaaaaaah…” She sighed, her voice slutty, satisfied, as she stood up, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties.

I watched, transfixed, as she shimmied them down her legs, stepping out of them completely, freeing her pussy—bare, glistening, dripping with her juices.

Then, with a slow, teasing motion, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor, freeing her massive tits—full, heavy, swollen with need.

My cock throbbed hard, precum dripping onto my stomach as I stared at her body—naked, exposed, fucking perfect.

“Do you like these tits…?” Jennifer purred, her voice slutty, taunting, as she pushed them together, mashing them hard, her fingers pinching her nipples, making them stiffen under her touch.

“Mmm…” She moaned, her voice breathy, slutty, as she rolled her nipples between her fingers, teasing them, tormenting them. “Do you want to suck them…?”

“Y-Yes…” I groaned, my cock jerking, aching to fuck her, to bury my face between her tits, to lick and bite and suck until she screamed.

Jennifer’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes darkening with sadistic pleasure. “Remove that t-shirt,” she commanded, her voice sharp, authoritative, as she leaned forward, her tits swaying heavily, begging to be touched.

I didn’t hesitate.

I yanked my t-shirt over my head, tossing it aside, my chest heaving, my abs tight with restraint.

Jennifer’s fingers traced the lines of my chest, her touch light but electric, sending shocks of pleasure rippling through my body. “Mmm…” She purred, her voice slutty, approving, as her hands roamed over my abs, digging her fingers into my skin with just enough pressure to make me hiss.

“Such a good body…” Her voice was a filthy whisper, her fingers sliding lower, brushing against the base of my cock, making me jerk. “But this…” She gripped my shaft, squeezing it firmly, stroking it slowly, tormenting me with every deliberate motion. “This is mine.”

I groaned, my cock throbbing in her hand, my body trembling with need, with lust, with something far darker.

Then—

Jennifer’s fingers paused.

Her eyes flickered to her hand, to the golden band glinting on her finger—her marriage ring. For a moment, she hesitated, her breath hitching, her lips parting as if she was about to say something.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she slid the ring off her finger with a slow, deliberate motion, her eyes locked onto mine, dark, conflicted, hungry. Then, with a wicked smirk, she pulled the condom off my cock, rolling it between her fingers before sliding the ring inside.

“This way…” She purred, her voice slutty, taunting, as she rolled the condom back onto my cock, the ring pressed against the tip, trapped inside. “I’m not cheating…” Her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

“It’s my husband…” She leaned in, her voice a filthy whisper, her breath hot against my ear. “Who’s gonna be inside me…”

My cock twitched violently, the thought of fucking her while her husband’s ring was trapped inside the condom making my balls ache with dark, forbidden lust. “Mother-in-Law…” I growled, my voice rough, hungry, my eyes burning into hers. “Is Father-in-Law as big as me…?”

Jennifer’s face flushed, her fingers tightening around my cock, squeezing it hard in warning. “Shut up,” she hissed, her voice sharp, but the blush creeping across her cheeks betrayed her. She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to.

I smirked, knowing I’d won.

Then—

She aligned my cock with her pussy, her eyes locked onto mine, dark, hungry, conflicted. “Aaaaaah…” She moaned, her voice breathy, slutty, as she pushed down, taking me inch by inch, her walls clenching tight around the condom, around the ring, around me.

And fuck—

I felt it.

The hard, cold metal of her ring pressed against the tip of my cock, trapped inside the condom, trapped inside her.

“Nnngh—! F-Fuck—!” I groaned, my cock throbbing inside her, the sensation obscene, forbidden, fucking intoxicating.

Jennifer’s pussy clenched tight around the condom-covered half of my cock, her walls milking me obscenely, denying me the rest. The ring—her husband’s symbol of ownership—pressed against the tip, trapped inside the latex, mocking me with every thrust.