Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 423: Mira’s Neglected Vagina

"Shhh, new sister," Angela murmured, her tone laced with sweet poison. "See how ravenous this small clit is... overlooked for ages, it’s nearly sobbing. Jack never toyed with it like this, huh? Never twisted it till stars exploded in your sight."

She bent closer, her tongue darting out for a single, teasing lick—deliberate and unhurried—directly across the squeezed pearl. The broad side of her tongue trailed warm and slick, savoring the sharp rush of Mira’s desire blended with the subtle brine of two years’ pent-up longing.

Mira’s head snapped back, her mouth wide in a soundless cry. "Oh—fuck—please—!" Her legs shuddered fiercely around my torso, a new wave of wetness surging forth in an embarrassing throb that trickled down my neck.

Her features flushed scarlet—the color blooming from her face down to her bosom—as Angela drew the clit into her mouth for a lewd moment, releasing it with a slick pop after easing the squeeze. A slender thread of spit linked Angela’s tongue to Mira’s throbbing tip for an instant before breaking.

Lisa remained nearby, on her knees with her legs squeezed together, face deeply reddened, and gaze unfocused while observing her "boss" Angela in action.

She gnawed her lower lip until it paled, one hand drifting instinctively toward her own thighs, tracing lazy loops over the moist fabric of her shorts.

"God, Angela... you’re cruel," she breathed, her words heavy with jealousy and desire. "Look at her—she’s trembling like a branch in the wind. That overlooked pussy’s never been taunted in such a manner."

I’d grown tired of merely observing.

My palms grabbed Mira’s rear—digits sinking into the plush, sensitive skin bearing the crimson imprints from my prior strikes.

I seized firmly, hoisting her effortlessly, dragging her sopping core upward and ahead until her drenched mound floated just above my lips. The aroma struck me intensely—earthy, sharp, yearning—and I wasted no time.

I pulled her firmly onto my face.

My tongue dove right into her slit, piercing past the rough hairs to stroke her opening with broad, indecent swipes.

I drew her clit forcefully—lips clamping over it, cheeks caving in as I pulled the engorged bud between them like I aimed to drain her completely. Mira let out a piercing cry—a ragged, shattered noise that reverberated through the cavern—her fingers clutching my hair, yanking with enough force to smart as her pelvis rocked downward on reflex.

"Dexter—oh god—your mouth—!" she wept, her tone splintering. Her channel gripped and pulsed against my tongue, inner muscles contracting as if urging me further inside.

I plunged my tongue into her—driving back and forth in a coarse, messy cadence—while my nose rubbed against her clit, streaking her fluids over my features.

Each pull, each swipe produced vulgar, moist sounds that resounded in the steamy atmosphere. Her thighs locked around my skull, quaking so intensely I worried she might squeeze too hard.

Angela observed with shadowed, ravenous stares, her digits still shiny from Mira’s clit. "That’s right, husband... swallow her down. Force her to gush all over that handsome face. She’s hoarded it for years—let it pour over you like a torrent."

Lisa let out a quiet whine from beside us, her palm now slipped into her shorts, digits working quicker. "She’s about to explode... see her hips—grinding on your face like her life depends on it. Poor Mira... Jack never went down on her, did he? Never brought her to this kind of mess."

Mira’s wails turned desperate, her speech melting into nonsense. "I’m—gonna—please—don’t stop—!" Her entire form stiffened, spine bowing, toes flexing into the bedding as the climax rushed at her like an unstoppable force.

And precisely at the precipice—exactly when her core began to twitch in those warning pre-orgasm flutters—I withdrew.

With both hands, I pushed her pelvis upward and away from my face, leaving her leaking, open pussy suspended mere inches from my lips. A heavy strand of her excitement connected my mouth to her clit before it broke, falling onto my jaw.

Mira howled—a sharp, anguished, primal noise. "No—no—no—please—!" Her pelvis bucked ahead urgently, seeking my tongue, but I kept her steady, fingers marking her buttocks. Frustration’s tears gathered in her eyes, overflowing as she shook on the verge. "Dexter—why—? I was so close—!"

I smirked upward at her, mouth and jaw gleaming with her essence. "Because you don’t climax until I allow it, baby girl. You wanted to ’deal with me’? Then accept what I offer—and at this moment, I’m offering nothing until you plead correctly."

Angela chuckled deeply and dirtily, bending to trail her tongue up Mira’s inner leg, sampling the spill that had run down. "You hear that, sister? Our husband’s already denying you release. That ignored little cunt’s going to pulse all evening if you don’t figure out how to beg like a proper whore."

Lisa inched nearer on hands and knees, her voice quivering with excitement. "Check her opening—it’s pulsing. She’ll sob if you don’t permit her peak soon."

Mira wept, her hips spasming uselessly, her pussy leaking constant streams onto my torso once more. "Please... Dexter... please let me come... I’ll do anything... I’ll be good... I’ll be your perfect wife... just—please—!"

I angled my head, my tongue extending to graze her clit with the faintest, torturous contact—sufficient to make her jerk and moan.

"Not yet," I rumbled into her drenched folds. "First, you’ll straddle my dick and bounce on me while Angela and Lisa observe. Then—perhaps—I’ll allow your release. If you scream loud enough for everyone in the cave to know what a needy, dick-starved slut our new sister truly is."

Mira’s shattered groan served as sufficient reply.

She bobbed her head wildly, tears flowing, form already descending toward my eager, pulsing erection—prepared to skewer herself and demonstrate her desperate urge to join us.

Mira’s shattered groan served as sufficient reply.

She bobbed her head wildly, tears flowing down her reddened face, form already descending toward my eager, pulsing erection—prepared to skewer herself and demonstrate her desperate urge to join us. Her hands trembled as she stretched between our bodies, fingers grazing my wet length, still slick with her saliva and fluids from my earlier attentions.

She attempted to position me—awkward and shaky—aligning the thick tip with her dripping gateway, but her pelvis twitched too impatiently, slipping past initially and gliding my shaft along her fuzzy crease, coating precum amid the wiry strands until they shone like damp fabric.

"Slow down, baby girl," I snarled, clutching her hips more tightly, digits pressing into the yielding skin still reddened from my strikes. "Let me handle it. You’re too damn eager to line it up right."

Mira mewled, nodding obediently like a dutiful pet, her legs shaking as she parted herself. I angled my pelvis, fitted the inflated head precisely against her snug, quivering entrance—sensing the warmth, the slippery barrier, the eager way her lips spread to welcome me even prior to my advance.

Then I drove upward—unhurried initially, purposeful—observing her eyes flutter shut as the broad tip widened her.

"Ahh—fuck—Dexter—it’s too big—!" she gasped, her voice shrill and breaking, hands darting to my shoulders for support. Her inner walls gripped like a clamp, fluttering erratically around the invader, so constricted it seemed she hadn’t been properly filled in years—which was the truth.

Bit by bit, I delved further, the slick, vulgar slurp of her long-ignored channel engulfing me, resonating through the cave. Her arousal flowed around my length with each thrust, trickling hotly over my sack.