Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 448: Drake’s Humiliation

I let out a low, dark chuckle filled with satisfaction and dropped onto the edge of the expansive sleeping mat, spreading my legs wide while resting my elbows atop my knees.

The dense blanket retained a residual warmth from those who had occupied it just moments ago. My cock pressed aggressively against my trousers, the thick contour clearly visible and throbbing with a surge of dominance alongside the sight of Camilla’s shattered spirit.

I peered down at her; she remained topless, her massive Mexican breasts hanging heavily and swaying with every uneven breath, dark nipples stiff and engorged, and her ample rear still glowing scarlet from my earlier strikes. Her panties were soaked, clinging with transparent wetness to her swollen intimate folds.

"Crawl over," I commanded, my voice dropping to a final, authoritative register as I patted my thigh once. "Get on your hands and knees. Show your husband how a true slave greets her Master."

Camilla hesitated, but only for a single heartbeat, before dropping completely onto all fours.

Her heavy breasts dangled pendulously beneath her chest as she started to crawl—a slow, deliberate movement—with her knees dragging through the cooling blood that stained the stone floor.

Each gesture made her enormous breasts jiggle with crude intensity, her nipples brushing the freezing ground and leaving faint, damp streaks from her tears and perspiration.

Her thick Mexican backside swayed rhythmically, cheeks clenching and releasing, the red palm prints standing out starkly against her brown flesh. Her panties rode up into her plump cleft, exposing more of her dripping center with every humiliating inch she advanced.

Drake, still crumpled against the wall with his black, cauterized stumps, watched in sheer terror. His countenance contorted, tears carving paths down his cheeks as they blended with the dried blood on his chin.

"No... Camilla... don’t..." he pleaded, his voice raw and fracturing. "Refuse him... please... I beg you... don't crawl to him... don't let him... don't..."

Camilla did not spare him a glance.

Her gaze remained locked onto mine, appearing glassy, humiliated, yet intensely aroused. Tears continued to fall, though her hips rocked slightly with every forward movement, as if her primal body were already betraying her conscience.

Meanwhile, at the periphery of my sight, the Pervert Insight interface shimmered into visibility, its blue text glowing faintly.

I chuckled again, this time with a darker edge, my erection twitching more violently at the sheer depravity unfolding.

Drake’s entreaties grew more frantic as Camilla arrived at my feet.

"No... Camilla... I beg you... don't... I am your husband... do not do this to me... do not let him triumph..."

Camilla halted, kneeling between my spread legs, her massive breasts hanging heavy as her nipples brushed my thighs through the fabric of my pants. She looked up at me, her eyes rimmed in red and her lips quivering, yet a different emotion flickered there too: heat, shame, and total surrender.

I reached down, cupping her chin with two fingers, and tilted her tear-stained face upward until those dark, vacant eyes met mine. Her massive breasts continued to heave with every shaky breath, dark nipples erect and glistening with sweat and the remnants of her prior humiliation.

"You must act as a sex slave ought to," I whispered, my voice rough and low while my thumb brushed slowly across her full lower lip. "Do I need to instruct you on every single detail? Or shall you be a good girl and remember your station?"

Camilla’s breath hitched, fresh tears clinging to her lashes. She darted a quick, guilt-ridden glance toward Drake’s slumped, limbless body against the wall. His charred stumps still trickled blood sluggishly; his face was drained of color, his eyes wide and begging.

"Master... not here..." she whispered, her voice cracking into barely a murmur. "My husband... he... is right there... please..."

I leaned in closer, my lips grazing the curve of her ear, my hot breath causing her to shudder.

"Does this not make things more exciting?" I murmured, using my free hand to cup one heavy breast, squeezing just firmly enough to elicit a gasp.

"Your pathetic husband watching while you kneel for a real man? While you choke on cock that actually makes you slick? I promise you, I am far superior to him. You will understand once you have sampled it. You will feel every thick inch, every thrust. You will forget his name while you are gagging on me."

Camilla flushed a deeper shade of crimson, the color spreading from her cheeks down her throat to her bare breasts. Her nipples tightened even further beneath my palm, betraying her hidden desire.

I pulled back just enough to permit her a view, letting her eyes drop to the thick, prominent bulge straining against my trousers.

"What are you delaying for?" I asked, my voice teasing yet sharpened with command. "Your erotic frame has already granted me a hard-on. Look—it is visible through the cloth. It is so incredibly hard because of you. Release it. And suck it."

Camilla’s eyes flicked downward, fixed upon the heavy outline of my cock; the head was clearly defined against the fabric, with a faint damp mark already developing at the tip.

Drake’s voice tore through the cavern, raw and desperate.

"Camilla... no... do not... please... I beg of you... don't... I am your husband... have mercy..."

Camilla sighed, a soft, broken sound, but her eyes remained committed to my bulge. Gradually, trembling, she rested both hands on my thighs, her fingers sinking into the muscle as if she required something for stability.

She leaned forward, her breasts swaying heavily, her fingers fumbling with my belt buckle, then the button, then the zipper. The sound of metal parting the air was loud in the silence of the cave.

She tugged my trousers down just enough to reveal my black boxer-briefs, stretched taut over the thick length of my cock, the head flushed deep and leaking through the material.

Camilla hooked her fingers into the waistband, hesitated one final heartbeat, and then pulled them down.

My cock sprang free—heavy, veined, and thick, curving upward with its congested head glistening in pre-cum.

She gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound. "So massive..."

Her eyes grew wide, pupils dilated, her lips parting as she stared at the sheer girth and the way it throbbed in the open air, veins pulsing along the shaft.

I chuckled, low and smug, reaching down to stroke myself once, slowly, letting a droplet of fluid drip down the head.

"Are you not pleased?" I teased, my voice dark and sardonic. "Your expression confirms that I am far superior to your husband. Look at you, already drooling. I bet your cunt is clenching just contemplating how this will stretch you wide. I wager you have never been this wet for him."

Camilla’s blush burned even hotter, extending down her throat to the tops of her massive breasts. She swallowed hard, her throat moving visibly, but she offered no denial.

Drake’s fractured sob pierced the silence.

"Camilla... please... don't... do not touch him... don't..."

She darted a look at him—just once—her eyes overflowing with guilt, shame, and an darker, burgeoning need.

Then she shifted her attention back to my cock, which stood thick, hard, and waiting.

Slowly, trembling, she leaned in.

Her full lips parted, her hot breath ghosting over the head.

And then, with agonizing slowness, she took me into her mouth.

The damp heat enveloped me; her tongue swirled tentatively at first, then with increasing boldness, her lips stretching wide around my girth as she sank deeper.

I groaned, feeling low and satisfied, and slid my hand into her dark hair to guide her rhythm.

"That is it," I murmured. "Suck your new Master like a good slave. Show your husband how superior I am. Demonstrate how much wetter you become for a real cock."

Camilla moaned around me, the vibrations traveling straight through my shaft as her massive breasts swayed beneath her, her nipples brushing against my thighs with every bobbing motion.