Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 431: Angela’s Swollen Pussy

I stopped teasing Mira right then.

My finger slipped from her quivering asshole—gently, purposefully, allowing her to sense the full retreat inch by inch until the swollen edge closed with a small, damp snap. A slender thread of her arousal mixed with my precum connected us briefly before it broke apart.

Mira released a prolonged, unsteady breath of ease, her entire frame collapsing against mine as if all the strain had finally ebbed away.

Yet as she raised her head, her face burned a deep red, her gaze misty and irritated. She rolled her eyes in an over-the-top fashion—pure Mira attitude—despite her legs shaking and new moisture shining on her inner thighs.

I grinned, sweeping a sweaty lock from her heated cheek.

She attempted to rise—swiftly, resolutely, as if willpower alone could flee the humiliation—but her legs gave way instantly when she bore her weight.

A quiet, embarrassed "fuck—" escaped as she clutched my shoulder for balance, her limbs unsteady like a fawn's first steps. Her ripped dress—formerly a revealing scrap that molded to her every contour like temptation—now dangled in tattered strips around her waist, scarcely hiding the gooey residue between her thighs.

"I... I’m going to wash myself..." she stuttered, her tone breaking, avoiding my stare. "I... I smell like... like sex and shame and your cum..."

Her eyes fell to the ruined cloth stuck to her form. She scrunched her nose in revulsion.

"Give me a new dress... and I want a decent one. That one was so obscene... everyone could see my ass cheeks every time I moved."

I laughed softly—deep, entertained—already dipping into the duffel bag I’d hauled from the jeep the day before.

I retrieved the outfit from the Supermarket Store: dark-wash denim jeans, fitted yet modest, a simple black t-shirt that would cling to her breasts sufficiently to tease what lay beneath, and a black leather jacket—supple, broken-in, carrying a subtle scent of freshness and thrill.

"Here, baby girl," I offered, passing them with feigned politeness. "Proper enough for my shy little wife. Though I have to admit... I enjoyed watching you semi-nude and letting my seed trail down your thighs."

Mira grabbed the stack from my hands, firing a look that blended irritation and unwilling excitement. She pivoted away—abruptly prim—and began wriggling into the jeans.

The fabric glided up her legs with a gentle scrape, molding to her rear's shape like a second skin. She needed to sway her hips to clear the fullness, and each subtle shake caused her flesh to quiver slightly, evoking the lingering red prints from my grip.

Next came the t-shirt—pulling taut over her torso, her nipples subtly visible against the material despite the bra she’d somehow kept intact. The leather jacket finished it off, fastened partway like a shield.

She appeared... damn, she appeared irresistible. Seemingly pure at first glance, but I was aware of the truth below: a recently used asshole remaining sore and twitching with each adjustment, a pussy that continued to drip after my exit, legs tacky with proof of her multiple climaxes on my shaft the previous night.

Mira ran her palms along the jacket's front, inhaled deeply, then at last faced me—head held proud, face still aflame.

"Better," she grumbled. "At least now I don’t look like I just got railed in a cave by my... by you."

I moved nearer, invading her area just enough to quicken her heartbeat visibly.

"You still smell like you got railed in a cave by me," I whispered, leaning in to trail my nose down her neck's side. "Sweat, cum, that delicious hint of your pussy when you squirt... It’s all over you, baby. No amount of new clothes is hiding that."

She quaked—intensely—then pushed feebly at my torso.

"Stop... or I’ll never be able to walk out of here without everyone knowing."

I smiled broadly, retreating with palms up in playful defeat.

Before she could utter more, motion drew my attention at the cave entrance.

Lisa.

She entered, outlined by the faint dawn glow momentarily before darkness enveloped her.

Her glance darted from us—Mira poised in her fresh attire and blushing, me bare and semi-erect, dick still shiny from Mira’s ass—and a shadowy, ravenous gleam crossed her features.

Lisa ran her tongue over her lips once—leisurely, intentionally, the tip gliding along the bottom as if reliving last night’s chaos—then approached with that instinctive, stalking stride she tried to conceal.

Angela roused next—dazed, eyes blinking open as if emerging from a delirium. She blinked again, then propped herself on unsteady arms.

A faint, aching mewl slipped free as she rose completely, knees parting naturally. Her pussy lay bare—plump, rosy folds inflated and shiny, clit enlarged and protruding like a tiny gem, inner parts wet with traces of her countless releases and my seed that had seeped from her ruined asshole through the night. She gazed at her own state, forehead creasing in a blend of protest and wicked contentment.

"Hmph... It’s all swollen now..." she grumbled, her words heavy with drowsiness and residual desire. A single digit skimmed the perimeter of her mound—hardly grazing—and she drew in a sharp breath from the tenderness.

"You bad guy... fucked me so hard I can barely close my legs... my poor little pussy’s throbbing as it got pounded by a jackhammer..."

Mira’s gaze locked onto Angela’s bare slit like it pulled her in. The flush that had just subsided surged back over her face—vivid, shameful red.

She gulped, squeezing her thighs beneath the fresh jeans, though the action merely made her flinch. Each minor motion brought back the sting in her own asshole, how it had yielded and stretched around my length at first light.

Still, she edged toward Angela—hobbling, clumsy, every stride delivering a new spark to her center. A quiet exhale burst forth with each forward lean—part discomfort, part the naughty echo of how profoundly I’d penetrated her.

"Angela..." she exhaled, tone delicate and quivering, extending a hand as if compelled to connect, to soothe, to divide the discomfort.