Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 2: Naughty Milf Helena

"Damn, Dexter," she breathed heavily, her fingers extending to grasp the condoms from his grasp, their skin touching briefly and igniting a surge of lust within him.

"Do you truly believe you can manage that with me? I've never... well, I never imagined... Hell, Dexter, you're getting me so aroused already."

As Dexter moved in nearer, his form molding against hers, one palm descended to grasp her rear, kneading it firmly and drawing a sharp intake of breath from her. "I plan to render this evening indelible in your memory, Helena," he rumbled, his mouth grazing her earlobe, teeth lightly biting it to elicit a soft cry from her. "I aim to discover every part of you, to inflame you with passion, to bring you to climax so intensely that stars burst in your vision."

Every word from him stirred Helena's form, her breathing faltering while his digits caressed and stimulated her, her grip tightening on his arms, nails pressing into his skin. "Oh, damn, Dexter," she panted, tilting her head backward, shutting her eyes, her frame quivering in eager suspense. "I crave you... I require you... Hell, Dexter, I require you to take me fiercely..."

Helena's mouth met Dexter's in a fierce, insistent lock, his tongue invading her warmth, twisting with hers, while his palms wandered across her figure, tracing each contour and tender area, arousing and satisfying her in novel fashions.

"You enjoy that, right?" he whispered huskily, laced with yearning, his palm gliding downward to cradle her core, fingertips grazing her sensitive nub and causing her to gasp. "You savor my touches like this... You relish when I turn you into a naughty vixen..."

All Helena managed was a nod, her physique shaking in eager expectation, her longing escalating moment by moment, breaths catching, cries echoing through the space, fingers clutching his arms, nails embedding in his skin.

"Yes... Yes, that's right," she panted, lids lifting, her stare locking with his, brimming with a craving mirroring his intensity. "Keep going, Dexter... I beg you, keep going... Hell, Dexter, I require you to take me... I require you to bring me to peak..."

Dexter handled her with masterful skill, each action crafted to heighten her fervor, digits provoking and gratifying her, mouth and tongue venturing over her contours, his arousal stiffening against her, prompting her gasps, her cries resounding, her frame quivering in eager suspense.

The moment he penetrated her, it came via a powerful surge that tore a joyous shout from her, her physique spasming under the force of her release, nails raking his skin, cries echoing through the space, frame quivering in eager suspense.

"Oh, damn, Dexter!" she yelled, form spasming from the ferocity of her climax, nails raking his skin, cries echoing through the space, frame quivering in eager suspense. "You're phenomenal... you're extraordinary... Hell, Dexter, you're pushing me to explode so fiercely..."

Still driven by more need, Dexter turned her around, claiming her from the rear, palms seizing her waist, his length slamming into her with savage vigor, his sack striking her, his groans pervading the air, form quivering in eager suspense.

Overwhelmed by ecstasy, Helena surrendered fully to his urges, her physique yielding to his directives, cries echoing through the space, frame quivering in eager suspense.

"Oh, damn, Dexter!" she yelled, form spasming from the ferocity of her climax, nails raking his skin, cries echoing through the space, frame quivering in eager suspense.

"You're sending me into madness... you're evoking sensations I've never known... Hell, Dexter, I'm your naughty vixen... I'm your wicked temptress..."

Sprawled there amid their perspiration-slicked bodies, Dexter realized this marked merely the start. His compulsion for enticing wedded females remained unquenched, propelling him toward further taboo liaisons, each proving more alluring than the prior.

Helena, now awakened to the allure of untamed, fierce ecstasy, eagerly anticipated accompanying him in this path of erotic discovery, her physique quivering in eager suspense, longing mounting each instant, breaths catching, cries echoing through the space, gaze brimming with a craving mirroring his intensity.

"I crave further, Dexter," she murmured, form quivering in eager suspense, palm extending to fondle his arousal, fingertips tracing it and sparking a rush of lust in him.

"I yearn to sense you within me once more... I yearn to sense you overwhelming me... Hell, Dexter, I require you to take me... I require you to bring me to peak..."

A sly smile crossed Dexter's face as he regarded her, his gaze shadowed by passion, palm extending to fondle her bosom, thumb circling her peak and drawing a gasp from her, form quivering in eager suspense, breath faltering, cries echoing through the space, gaze brimming with a craving mirroring his intensity.

"As you desire, Helena," he rumbled, mouth grazing her earlobe, teeth lightly biting it to provoke a moan, form quivering in eager suspense, breath faltering, cries echoing through the space, gaze brimming with a craving mirroring his intensity.

Passion shadowed Dexter's eyes further as he leaned close to Helena's ear, his tone gravelly with need. Warmth from his breath danced on her flesh, triggering tremors along her back. "Was that the finish for you, Helena? Far from it. This is merely the onset. Plenty of condoms remain unused... Or perhaps you prefer me bare? Experience my full length within you, no barriers. Perhaps even impregnate you... Picture my essence planting deep, developing, binding you to me eternally."

Helena's breath faltered, physique quivering in eager suspense. She pivoted toward him, eyes expanding and shadowed by yearning. Her mouth opened faintly, words soft as a sigh. "Dexter... should you truly wish... You may claim my rear. Know this: it remains pristine. That worthless spouse of mine scarcely approached it. He failed to fulfill me adequately, forever leaving me yearning."

Her declaration made Dexter's arousal pulse, palm lashing out to strike her rear, the crack resounding, eliciting her gasp. It marked the initial occasion another had tendered their rear to him, and envisioning possessing Helena so profoundly stirred his length with eager expectation.