Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 449: Drake’s Humiliation 2

Drake stared, tears cascading down, his voice raspy and broken.

"No... Camilla... cease... I implore you... my heart cannot endure witnessing this..."

Yet, she did not waver.

Her head bobbed with increased tempo, lips gliding rhythmically along my length, cheeks hollowing with every pull, while her tongue danced around the tip; saliva already pooled at her mouth’s edge, spilling over her chin and onto her heaving breasts.

I tightened my hold on her hair, delivering shallow thrusts that forced soft gags from her, her throat tightening around me.

"Observe her, Drake," I stated, my tone icy and malicious. "Gaze upon your wife choking on my manhood. Note how eagerly she welcomes it. She never serviced you with such fervor, did she? Never gagged at your touch. Never soaked her thighs simply from anticipating you."

Camilla whimpered, caught between shame and intense desire, her hips rocking backward as if attempting to rub her drenched pussy against the empty air.

With a wet sound, I pulled her away, my member glistening with her nectar, and struck it once against her cheek, leaving behind a slick trail on her flushed skin.

"Inform him," I commanded. "Tell your pitiful spouse how much more satisfying Master’s cock tastes."

Camilla gasped, lips swollen and coated in saliva, then turned tear-filled eyes toward Drake.

"It is... far larger..." she murmured, her voice vibrating with tremors. "Thicker... hotter... I cannot even contain it all... and its flavor... it is exquisite... far beyond what you provided..."

Drake let out a guttural, shattered sob.

Camilla’s tears continued to fall, yet she leaned in once more, drawing me back into her mouth even deeper, willingly inducing her own gagging.

Allowing her to continue for a few moments, I relished the warmth, the suction, and the way her tongue swirled frantically against me before yanking her hair to pull her upright.

She detached from me with a wet pop, panting, with strings of drool hanging from her engorged lips to the glistening tip of my cock, her eyes wide and dazed.

Moving instantly, I hoisted her onto my lap, turning her so she straddled me, her dripping slit poised just above my rigid shaft. The heavy crown of my erection slapped wetly against her soaked entrance, once then twice, eliciting a naughty, fractured moan.

"Ah... wait... do not... not there..."

I let out a low, dark chuckle, pinning her waist against me with one arm while my other hand cupped a heavy breast, squeezing until her nipple hardened against my palm.

"Do not?" I teased, my lips grazing the curve of her ear. "Your body speaks differently, slave. It bleeds desire all over my member already."

I swiveled her around in one fluid motion, pressing her back to my chest and forcing her legs wide with my own. Now she faced Drake directly; he slumped against the wall, his stumps cauterized to blackness, face deathly pale and stained with tears and her earlier fluid.

Panicked, Camilla brought her hands down to cover her exposed pussy.

"No... do not..." she whined, her fingers shaking as she attempted to shield her swollen, leaking folds.

I pressed a slow, wet kiss to the base of her neck, my tongue trailing a burning path up her spine as I reclaimed her breasts. I pinched her dark nipples with enough pressure to make her yelp and arch her back.

"What are you saying?" I whispered against her skin, my voice heavy with amusement. "Are you not performing for your husband? Showing him what a needy little harlot his wife is?"

I glanced over her shoulder at Drake, who looked broken and pathetic, his eyes squeezed shut in agony.

"Oh, look," I mocked, ensuring he heard. "She is such a slut. Her pussy is leaking like a broken pipe. She claims to refuse, yet see how drenched she is for me."

Camilla shrieked, "I... I do not... it is a lie... ahhhhh..."—but her hips defied her, rocking back enough to smear even more of her warmth across my cock.

I glided slowly along her slit, teasing but never entering, allowing the thick head to part her folds and nudge her sensitive clit with every stroke. Her juices coated me, sticky and shimmering, trickling down to my balls.

With a firm yet gentle grip, I pulled her arms away, exposing her fully to the room.

Her cunt glistened visibly, the lips puffed and dark, her clit throbbing, and fresh moisture running down her inner thighs.

Drake’s eyes snapped open, unable to resist witnessing the scene: my thick cock sliding teasingly along his wife’s soaked slit, not yet entering, just bathing in her arousal while she trembled on my lap.

The Cuckold God Ability burned unseen in the atmosphere.

Drake’s member—despite his suffering and blood loss—twitched and grew hard against his thigh. What was limp a moment before became rigid and leaking. He was powerless to stop it. His own flesh betrayed him, surging only when he watched me claim his wife.

I offered a mocking smile, locking eye contact with him.

"Oh... I was unaware of such a fetish between husband and wife," I stated, my voice dripping with cruelty.

"Gaze at him, Camilla. Your pathetic spouse is hard. Dripping. Perhaps he truly is the Cuckold King. He enjoys watching his wife teased by a superior cock. Look—he has forgotten how to scream. He simply stares... aching... yearning to satisfy himself while I ruin you."

Drake’s features contorted in a mix of shame, rage, and involuntary lust.

"No..." he wheezed, his voice cracking. "Camilla... end this... please... I cannot... I cannot watch..."

Yet, his cock remained stiff, throbbing with a bead of precum visible at the tip.

Camilla looked back, witnessing her husband’s erection while I continued to tease her with mine.

Her blush intensified, a conflict of shame and perverse excitement playing across her face.

I pinched her nipples once more, forcing her to arch and whimper.

"Tell him," I ordered, my tone low and dark. "Relate to your cuckold husband how much wetter you become knowing he is hard for this. Tell him how much better my cock feels even just by brushing against you."

Camilla sobbed, then whispered with a obedient, trembling voice.

"You are... you are hard, Drake..." she murmured. "You are aroused watching him... watching me... You enjoy it... do you not? You like seeing your wife drip for a larger cock..."

A broken sob escaped Drake, filling the cave.

I chuckled, gliding my cock along her slit again to coat myself completely in her scent.

"Now," I murmured against her ear. "Beg me to enter. Entreat me to fuck you while your cuckold husband watches. Earn those points for Master."

Camilla’s breath hitched, her tears falling more rapidly, yet her hips rocked backward, seeking entry.

"Please..." she breathed, voice splintering. "Please... Master... enter me... fuck me... let him see... let him watch how much greater you are..."

Drake’s sob dissolved into a low, defeated groan, his cock twitching uncontrollably.

I wore a slow, triumphant grin.

"Good girl."