Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 480: Peeping Tom

The bedroom air hung heavy with the lingering musk of intense sex—Emily's drained, boneless form splayed out on the bed, her breaths coming in faint, irregular pants as she hovered between sleep and awareness.

Sweat and cum had drenched the sheets, the proof of our savage pounding still shining slickly on her inner thighs.

My dick stayed semi-erect, pulsing with lingering ecstasy throbs, my frame buzzing with the primal thrill of dominating her utterly.

I shifted my stance, muscles taut from surging adrenaline, heartbeat thundering as I headed for the bathroom. Yet at the doorway, I halted.

The door stood slightly open—a mere sliver, yet sufficient for a soft whimper to escape.

A sly, hungry grin twisted my lips.

I pressed close, holding my breath, eyes sharpening as I peeked through the narrow opening.

There she stood.

Jennifer—back bowed against the wall right beyond the door, skirt bunched high at her hips, digits plunged deep into her slick folds.

Her fingers worked her pussy feverishly, moans stifled by her free palm, pelvis grinding in frantic, craving loops. The lewd, squelching noises of her self-fucking echoed softly in the dim corridor, her lust's aroma potent and heady.

"Mmm... oh fuck..." she gasped, tone ragged and fractured, legs quivering as visions of the sounds—and sights—she'd just witnessed replayed: her daughter pounded mercilessly by her son-in-law, pumped full of seed, wrecked so intensely she'd passed out in bliss.

A deep, territorial rumble vibrated through my chest.

I coughed—sharp and intentional.

Jennifer went rigid.

Her hand halted in mid-thrust, frame stiffening as she spun to face me, gaze bulging in horror, face blazing red. Fabric clung wrinkled to her skin, peaks stiff under the material, legs gleaming with her own juices.

She yanked her fingers from her cunt as if scorched, but the damning signs remained—digits shiny with slickness, pants harsh and ashamed.

"I—I was just—!" she stuttered, pitch shrill, eyes flicking from me to her blatant wetness. "I was just—going to get some water—!"

I swung the door wide, grin broadening as I lounged against the jamb, arms folded, stare devouring her—from the bunched skirt, to her puffy, dripping slit, to how her breath caught under my intense perusal.

"Really?" I taunted, tone deep and teasing, hand extending to graze her cheek, thumb blurring the heat there.

"Because from where I’m standing..." My eyes fell to her legs, the shiny path of her self-pleasure, her cunt still pulsing hungrily. "It looks like you were enjoying the show a little too much."

Jennifer's respiration snagged, form quaking as she clamped her thighs shut, futilely concealing her craving. "I—I don’t know what you’re—!"

"Don’t lie to me, Jennifer," I snarled, voice sinking to a menacing whisper as I closed in, trapping her to the wall with my presence.

My palm trailed downward, fingertips skimming her thigh's inner softness, grazing her sopping entrance—still weeping, still yearning. "I heard you," I breathed, mouth teasing her ear's curve, hot air fanning her flesh.

"I heard how wet you were. How desperate." Digits outlined her labia, sensing the scorching warmth. "Did it turn you on, Jennifer? Hearing your daughter scream while I fucked her raw?"

A keen escaped her lips, torso bowing into my caress, nails digging into my shirt. "N-No—!" she denied feebly, gaze lust-shadowed, core fluttering emptily.

"Liar," I laughed darkly, fingers grinding her nub with firm, teasing swirls that drew sharp inhales.

"You loved it," I rumbled. "You loved hearing her moan. You loved imagining it was you getting railed instead." My mouth seized her lobe, teeth grazing to elicit a mewl.

"Did you wish it was your pussy I was filling with cum, Jennifer? Did you wish it was you getting stretched and used like a dirty slut?"

"D-Don’t—!" she wept, yet her pelvis surged against me, form selling her out.

"Heh heh, looks like you're not satisfied after getting fucked once," I growled, fingers delving deeper into her drenched heat, probing her snug, fiery depths.

"Let me teach you a lesson." I thrust two digits fully in, hooking viciously to strike her sweet spot, jolting her frame.

I snarled, thumb assaulting her clit with relentless, commanding rubs. "You want me to fuck you just like I fucked her. You want me to fill you up, to ruin you, to make you scream."

"Y-Yes—!" Jennifer wailed, convulsing on my plunging fingers, cries bursting free wildly.

"Oh god—! Dexter—! I wanted it! I wanted it so bad!" Fists bunched my shirt, hips bucking madly, cunt flooding my hand. "I hate that I wanted it—! But I did—! I did—!"

I smirked, shaft aching at her admission, her eager responses fueling me. "Good girl," I murmured, mouth claiming hers in a fierce clash, digits pounding her relentlessly.

I pressed in tight, tone dipping to a sinister murmur. "Looks like your pussy is getting naughty," I whispered, fingers trailing to her cheek, thumb streaking her blush.

She mewled, quivering, yet leaned into me rather than flee, arms encircling my neck, gasps sharpening as she molded against my body.

"Who told you to say that?" she breathed, voice thick with desire, nails raking my shirt.

"Do you know what you do to me?" She eased back slightly, locking eyes, expression raw with revelation.

"Before I came here... I saw Nathalie. She was watching the whole thing from the hallway. When I caught her, she ran away—" Her tone turned secretive. "She was touching herself too."