Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 226

Chapter 226: Blindfolded Emily 2
My palm cracked against Emily’s drenched pussy again, the sound wet and obscene, echoing off the walls like a filthy symphony. Her body jerked violently, the restraints digging into her wrists as she thrashed, her skin flushed and slick with need.

“Aaaaaah, fuck, don’t you dare stop!” she shrieked, her voice hoarse and broken, her hips bucking like a wild animal in heat. Her juices were everywhere, dripping down her ass, soaking the sheets beneath her, the sticky mess glistening under the dim light. She was a fucking mess, and I loved every second of it.

Fuck, she was begging for it. Her cunt clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled, her thighs trembling as she tried to grind against the air. “Please, please, I’ll do anything, just fuck me!” she sobbed, her voice cracking, her body trembling with need. She was a slut, a whore, a desperate little cumdumpster, and the way she writhed beneath me made my cock leak like a broken faucet.

I smirked, my voice rough with false indifference as I stepped back, my cock straining painfully against my pants. “I’m going to take a piss,” I growled, my words dripping with cruel amusement. The bulge in my pants was obscene, the fabric damp with precum, my balls aching with the need to bury myself inside her. But I wouldn’t, not yet.

Emily whimpered, her body tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Mike, hurry, I need you!” Her tits heaved, her nipples rock-hard, her skin glistening with sweat and lust, her body a trembling, desperate offering. She was mine, and I was going to make her wait.

The hallway was dim, the silence broken only by the sound of my ragged breathing. But then I saw her, Jennifer, leaning against the wall like a predator, her legs crossed, her nightie barely covering the curves I knew so well. Her eyes locked onto the bulge in my pants, dark and hungry, her tongue darting out to wet her lips like she was already tasting me.

“Is everything ready?” she purred, her voice a slick, sinful whisper. Her hand slid up my thigh, cupping my cock through my pants, squeezing just enough to make me hiss in pleasure.

I nodded, my throat tight, my pulse roaring in my ears. Fuck. She owned me. Owned this moment. Owned Emily. And she knew it.

Jennifer’s smile was cruel and triumphant, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock through the fabric, her nails scraping lightly, teasingly. “Let me teach my disobedient little slut a lesson,” she murmured, her voice dripping with dark promise. “She thinks she can spread her legs for you whenever she wants? Tonight, she learns who really owns her.”

The door clicked shut behind us, the sound final, like a gunshot. Emily shifted on the bed, her breath hitching, her body tense with anticipation. “Mike, what’s happening?” Her voice was thick with need, her hips already grinding against the mattress, her cunt dripping, aching for attention.

Jennifer didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed Emily’s headphones, shoving the earbuds deep into her ears before blasting the music, loud, pounding bass that drowned out everything but Emily’s desperate moans. “Mike, I can’t wait, just fuck me, shove that big cock into my nasty little pussy!” she screamed, her voice raw, her body writhing, her juices gushing down her ass.

Jennifer leaned in, her breath hot against Emily’s ear, her voice dripping with disgust and lust. “This whore doesn’t even sound like my daughter anymore,” she sneered. “She’s just a slut, a cum-hungry little bitch who can’t get enough cock.” She inhaled deeply, her nostrils flaring as she took in the thick, musky scent of Emily’s soaked cunt. “Mmm, so fucking wet,” Jennifer murmured, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, teasing path from Emily’s clit to her asshole.

Emily screamed, her body convulsing, her hips bucking wildly. “Aaaaaah, Mike, fuck, lick me harder!” Her juices gushed, dripping down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath her as Jennifer’s tongue worked her with relentless precision.

“You love this, don’t you?” Jennifer growled, her voice vibrating against Emily’s pussy. “You love being my little cumslut.”

“Yes! Oh God, don’t stop!” Emily sobbed, her body trembling, her cunt clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.

And then,

“I’m, I’m, OH FUCK!” Emily’s back arched, her body convulsing as she squirted, a hot, thick stream of fluid gushing directly into Jennifer’s waiting mouth.

Jennifer didn’t pull away. She opened her throat, swallowing every drop, gulping loudly, her tongue darting out to catch the last drips running down Emily’s trembling thighs. “Mmm, so fucking sweet,” she moaned, licking her lips, her eyes burning with dark satisfaction. “Just like your mother’s cum.”

Jennifer turned to me, her lips glistening with Emily’s release, her eyes locking onto mine with a command I couldn’t refuse. “What are you waiting for?” she hissed, her voice a whip crack. “Get your fucking tongue on me now.”

She lifted her nightie, revealing her bare, soaked pussy, her lips swollen, glistening, dripping with need. Fuck. She never wore panties. She never needed to.

I dropped to my knees, my face pressing against her ass, inhaling her musky, filthy scent. My tongue licked a slow, teasing path from her thigh to her pussy, tasting her bitter, intense flavor. “Mmm, fuck,” I groaned. “You taste like sin.”

“Harder, you worthless slave,” Jennifer growled, her fingers tangling in my hair, yanking hard enough to make my scalp sting. “Make me squirt like the whore I am.”

I obeyed, my tongue stiffening, licking faster, harder, her moans growing louder, filthier. “Oh fuck, yes, just like that, lick my dirty cunt!”

I pulled back, my tongue trailing lower, past her dripping pussy, to the tight, puckered hole of her ass. Jennifer stiffened, her breath hitching. “What the fuck! Don’t you dare! It’s dirty! I haven’t washed!”

I didn’t care.

My tongue flattened, licking her asshole in one long, slow stroke. Jennifer jerked, a broken, shameful moan escaping her. “Fuck! You filthy bastard! It’s sensitive! Stop!”

But I didn’t.

I licked again, circling her asshole, my thumb pressing against it, teasing her. “You love it,” I murmured, my voice dark with satisfaction. “You love being my dirty little secret whore.”

“Fuck! Yes! Oh God! Don’t stop!” Jennifer cried, her body betraying her, her ass pushing back against my tongue, her moans mixing with Emily’s desperate screams.

I focused on her clit, licking faster, harder, until,

“OH FUCK! I’m, I’m, AAAAAAH!” Jennifer screamed, her body convulsing as she squirted, a hot, thick stream gushing against my face.

I opened my mouth, catching every drop, swallowing her release, savoring the taste of her. “Mmm, so fucking good,” I groaned. “Just like your daughter’s cum.”