Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 427: Angela: Don’t Watch, Lisa

I gripped one of her breasts firmly—squeezing the yielding flesh until it overflowed my fingers, my thumb pressing her nipple into a hardened nub—while my free hand smacked her inner thigh with force enough to mark it red and stinging.

"Don’t fret, my desperate little tease," I rumbled, my tone laced with wicked delight as I bent to nip her earlobe, drawing it into my mouth between my teeth.

"I’ll fetch you a fresh one. In fact, I’ll grab you a dozen that tear just as readily, so I can rip them apart whenever I crave to dive into this soaking slit or stretch your untouched rear wide.

"But for the moment? This form is all mine to reveal and ravage... and damn, you’re already dripping like a sieve from the mere rip of the fabric.

A soft moan escaped her—her thighs spreading further by reflex, her smooth mound flashing at me, folds separating to expose the rosy, wet interior pulsing with need. I refused her chance to plead.

With raw strength, I turned her over onto hands and knees—her legs parting on the padding, rear raised high as an invitation, spine curving in that ideal, yielding arch that sent a throb through my shaft, spilling another thick bead of precum.

My palms seized her buttocks—digits digging into the solid, cushioned meat, massaging the firmness until she mewled—and I spread her open wide.

Goddamn, the view was straight out of filth: her pristine rear entrance, that small, rosy ring tucked amid her cheeks, blinking timidly under the glaring lantern glow—clenched tight like a knot, pristine and innocent, framed by the sleek, fair skin of her cleft, already shimmering with a light sheen of anxious perspiration.

Hanging lower, her core wept without shame, nectar flowing down to slick her perineum, her button engorged and protruding like an eager gem.

Without restraint, I plunged my face in—my nose pressing directly on that quivering circle, breathing in deep and vulgar, forcing the ring apart with insistence until it parted slightly to release her scent: earthy, fresh, laced with the subtle sharpness of her excitement leaking from her pussy, utterly virginal—timid and taboo, tightening my sack with the drive to seize it bare.

"H-Husband—! Oh gods—no—don’t inhale it that way...!" Angela squeaked, her voice splintering with mortified arousal, her face scorching as she attempted to squeeze closed—but it only caused her opening to pulse and flutter against my nose, like a frantic tiny orifice.

"It’s... it’s filthy... grimy there... I’m—ahh—humiliated... quit sniffing my rear like some deviant...!"

I rumbled deeply against her flesh—the buzz causing her to shudder—and swept my tongue broad and coarse across her ring in a single, lewd drag, from perineum to spine, savoring the briny-sweet hint of her perspiration and the subtle, private aroma of her unspoiled passage. She lurched ahead with a shattered cry, limbs quivering as she scratched at the surface.

"Filthy? Sweetheart, this dirty little rear tastes like pure bliss—snug and bashful, gripping my tongue as if famished for more. You’re gushing so fiercely your slit is soaking the padding from just my sniffing and tonguing your taboo entrance.

"Wager you’ve teased it privately, right? Stroking that button while fantasizing about my rod ripping it apart...

I pressed further—tongue piercing beyond the reluctant edge, plunging her virgin passage with slick, messy strokes that produced obscene squelching noises resounding through the cavern.

My nostrils ground into her taint, stimulating her clit via the contact, as my grip held her cheeks divided like iron.

Angela’s cries grew wild—pelvis rolling back into my mouth, rear entrance twitching and drawing at my probing tongue while she pursued the rising tension.

"F-Fuck—husband—your tongue—in my rear—!! It’s too far—too intense—!! I’m going to—going to climax—just from you devouring my filthy passage—!! Please—keep going—force me to gush from my untouched rear—!!"

Her words came as a lustful, frantic wail—frame trembling, core contracting clearly, fluids jetting in small pre-climax bursts onto my jaw.

She teetered on the brink, rear spasming around my tongue as if urging it inward.

Yet I withdrew—suddenly—abandoning her opening to blink and gape, shining with my saliva.

—my hand struck her right buttock, smacking with such might the meat rippled and flushed crimson at once, the crack booming like lightning in the steamy atmosphere.

Angela cried out—sharp, startled, yet infused with raw desire—her form jolting ahead, core spurting anew onto the padding. "Aaaaah...! Husband—don’t—!! It bites—scorches so deliciously—!! Hit me stronger—torment my rear—!!"

Then she glanced over her shoulder—countenance blazing to her scalp, gaze hazy with craving—but it caught on Lisa, rigid mere steps distant: legs squeezed so firmly her knees bumped, face aflame ruby.

A single hand instinctively cupping her own crotch over her stealth gear, stare broad and fixed on the obscene scene—my visage sunk in her superior’s buttocks, tongue invading that pristine ring while Angela wailed like a wanton creature.

Angela’s flush intensified to explosive degrees. "L-Lisa...! Look away—immediately—! You can’t watch...! This is—ahh—my spouse’s tongue in my soiled rear... it’s far too mortifying—don’t observe me being devoured like a harlot—!!"

I chuckled into Angela’s cleft—warm exhalation stirring her ring—then struck her opposite buttock, eyeing the paired imprints flare like seals. She squealed once more—more aroused now, pelvis snapping back for another—core leaking constantly.

"No," I barked, tone stifled against her rear as I bit the sensitive inner flesh.

"Shouldn’t Lisa guard you properly as your protector, darling? Vigil while I torment this flawless rear? What if somebody—me—attacks you from behind? She must witness each depraved instant: how I part your buttocks and tongue-plunge your grimy virgin passage until you’re spurting from humiliation."

Angela mewed, hiding her face in her elbows, but her rear swayed toward me regardless—eager, disloyal. "Hmph... only you desire to assault and tease me this way... inhaling my rear, marking it crimson... forcing me to drip like a strumpet before my very sentinel...

She lifted her head once more—stuttering at Lisa, unmoving, legs chafing urgently. "S-Still watching...? Lisa—avert your eyes—beg you—don’t behold how soaked my slit becomes from his tongue in my rear...!"

Lisa wavered—chewing her lip until it paled, sight darting from Angela’s exposed buttocks to my grinning visage, her trousers now obviously damp at the groin.

I met her stare—dominant, relentless. "Lisa... ignore your superior’s timid objections. Though she leads out in the realm... inside here?"

"In our sleeping place? I rule. Her mate. Her absolute deity. Thus you’re under me as well—my peeking temptress, observing and absorbing how to submit. Approach. Immediately. Why not aid Angela somewhat... assist me in parting this rear broader so I can ruin her thoroughly."