Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 450: Camilla’s Squirting Cuckold Show

I reached down between Camilla’s spread legs, my fingers immediately discovering her swollen, throbbing clitoris. It was plump, slick, and pulsed like a tiny heartbeat beneath my touch.

At first, I massaged it in slow, firm circles—teasing the sensitive nub with my fingertips—before pressing harder, grinding it relentlessly while my palm rubbed against her dripping vaginal lips.

"Hmm... aah... hmm..." Camilla moaned, starting with a low, filthy sound before growing louder and more desperate. Her immense Mexican breasts bounced heavily with every hip twitch, her dark nipples scraping across my forearms. "Master... fuck... my clit... it’s too sensitive... aaah... please... slower... I’m going to... I’m going to lose it..."

She strained to restrain herself, her thighs trembling violently, her pussy clenching around open air, while her teeth bit into her lower lip until it turned pale.

Her thick buttocks tightened against my lap, the cheeks quivering as she battled the mounting pressure, but her body betrayed her entirely. Fresh fluid poured from her cunt in thick, glossy strands, coating my fingers and dripping onto my testicles.

With a sudden movement, I stood up and hoisted her effortlessly. Her thick thighs remained straddling my hips, kept forced wide apart by my firm grip beneath her bottom. My cock—thick, veined, and rock-hard—slid against her wet slit, the massive head bumping and grinding against her swollen clit with every shallow rotation of my hips.

I clutched her waist tightly, one arm banded like iron across her soft midsection, moving my hips in slow, rhythmic rolls. This allowed my entire cock to glide over her open vaginal lips, spreading them wide and coating every inch of me in her hot, sticky juices.

Camilla’s head dropped back onto my shoulder, her moans deepening and cracking into slutty, lustful whimpers. "Aah... Master... your cock... it’s grinding my clit so intensely... fuck... I can feel every vein... aaaah... don’t... I’m trying not to... I’m trying not to cum yet..."

I carried her step by step toward Drake until we stood directly over him. Her dripping cunt hovered inches from his tear-streaked and blood-smeared face.

"Drake," I stated with a calm, mocking tone, "take a good look. See how desperate your wife truly is. Observe as her fat Mexican pussy drips all over my cock like a common whore. She says 'no,' yet her cunt begs to be filled. Notice how her clit pulses every time I stroke it? She never got this wet for you, did she?"

Drake’s eyes snapped open, filled with wild, furious humiliation.

"You bitch..." he rasped, his voice cracking from rage and despair. "You fucking slut... moaning like that... dripping like a whore... while I lie here bleeding..."

Camilla’s head whipped up, anger flashing through her shame.

"Why are you screaming...?" she snapped back, her voice trembling yet sharp, even as her hips continued to rock helplessly against my cock.

"It was clearly your idea to raid Dexter’s supplies... to send me undercover to spy... to betray him... and now that I am doing everything to save your pathetic life... you are still leveling blame at me?"

"You threatened to assault his women! You had your hands severed because of your own greed! Don't you dare label me a bitch when you are the one who brought us to this situation!"

I pushed forward—just the head—breathing past her tight, wet entrance.

Her pussy swallowed the tip with a wet, sucking sound, the interior walls fluttering desperately around me.

"Aah... fuck..." Camilla moaned, her voice long and broken, her head falling back against my shoulder as her hips yearned to sink deeper. "It’s... it’s stretching me... so thick... aaaah... Master... it’s only the tip and I’m already losing my mind..."

I pulled out slowly and deliberately, leaving her empty once more as her cunt clenched greedily for nothing.

Camilla whined, a sense of loss and need twisting her voice, "No... please... put it back... Master... I need it inside me... don’t torment me like this... aaaah..."

Her pussy clenched once, then spasmed uncontrollably. She struggled to hold it back—thighs shaking, teeth grit, one hand frantically reaching to cover her clit—but it was futile. Her body betrayed her completely.

A potent, hot jet of liquid exploded from her cunt, splashing directly across Drake’s face in thick, messy arcs.

The clear, viscous fluid drenched him, flooding his gasping mouth, coursing down his cheeks, and dripping from his chin onto his chest. He gagged on his wife’s secretions, his eyes widening in shock and humiliation.

"You... you fucking slut—!" he attempted to shout, but another forceful burst hit him mid-sentence, filling his mouth again.

Drake’s body convulsed as rage, shame, and involuntary arousal crashed together, before his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness. His head lolled to the side, his face completely saturated in Camilla’s fluid, with strands of her pleasure-mist still trickling from his lips.

Camilla sobbed, half mortified and half still reeling from the aftershocks, her body trembling violently in my arms as her massive breasts heaved with every panting breath.

I chuckled darkly, kissing the side of her neck while rubbing my cock-head against her still-twitching clitoris.

"Look at that," I murmured into her ear, loud enough for those nearby to overhear. "Your husband just passed out with your fluids in his throat. What a pathetic cuck... getting hard while you climax all over his face for another man."

Camilla whimpered as more tears fell, yet her hips never ceased their movement, chasing my cock once again.

"Please... Master... I need it... I need you inside me..."

The cave fell silent, save for the wet, obscene sounds of Camilla’s dripping pussy still clenching at the air and the faint, ragged breathing of an unconscious Drake.

I chuckled low in my throat, dark and satisfied, as a system notification flashed across my vision in luminescent blue text:

System: Pervert Points gained +500

The total balance increased in the corner of my interface: 987,432 Pervert Points. All those illicit nights spent in the cave had added up quickly—from stretching Mira’s virginity until she screamed, to pounding Angela’s tight cunt while she craved more, followed by the delicious deception of pretending I mistook Mira for Angela.

Every tear, every moan, and every time one of them surrendered or gagged while calling me "Master"—it all compounded. And now, a new opportunity was dangling right before my eyes.

I lifted Camilla off my lap—her thick thighs quivering, her massive Mexican breasts still heaving, dark nipples stiff and glistening with sweat—and placed her gently on the bed’s edge. Her red garment was ruined, bunched around her waist, soaked in blood and her own fluids, clinging to her curves like a second layer of skin.

She looked up at me with glassy eyes, swollen lips, and lashes damp with tears, half-expecting me to force her down and finish what had been started.