Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 495: Helena’s Filthy Cuckold Taunts

Helplessly bound in the metal restraints, Peter was compelled to witness every humiliating moment, driving him to utter madness. Rage and shame flushed his face a deep purple. He yanked fiercely at the steel bindings, neck veins protruding as his screams erupted.

"You fucking whore! Helena! How dare you?! Sucking his cock right in front of me like a cheap street slut?! After all these years of marriage?! You disgusting, traitorous bitch — stop it right now!"

Helena refused to halt. Rather, she withdrew from my cock with a slick pop, saliva strands linking her puffy lips to my shining length. Staring directly into Peter's eyes, her tone came out husky and taunting while both hands slid along my shaft.

"Shut up, Peter... Look at this cock. This is what a real man feels like. So thick... so heavy... I can barely wrap my fingers around it." She smacked the weighty shaft onto her cheek once more, , , before plunging back in, engulfing me even further.

Erotic, slurping gulps echoed through the room as she shoved more of my cock into her throat.

A loud gag escaped when the tip hit her throat's end — — yet she pressed on instead of retreating, throttling herself on my girth until tears flowed down her face. Her throat spasmed around me, blending the slick, vulgar of her messy sucking with frantic gags and chokes.

"Hrrrk... gluck-gluck... mmmph!" Helena gurgled wetly, her throat visibly swelling as she fought to take every inch. Drool cascaded from her mouth's edges, trailing down her chin and splattering her breasts in glossy ropes.

My deep groan rumbled out, rough and laden with ecstasy. "Fuck... that’s it, Helena. Choke on it like the greedy little anal slut you are. Let your husband hear how much you love a superior cock."

Helena eased back slightly to snatch a breath, hacking and slobbering, yet she ramped up her sluttiness right away.

One hand cradled my hefty balls, her tongue laving them in reverence, tracing the tender skin before her mouth yawned wide to draw one plump orb inside.

Loud moans vibrated around it from her, sending tremors right into me.

"Mmm... your balls are so full... so much thicker than Peter’s pathetic little things..." She shifted to the next one, pulling it into her hot mouth with a slurp , rolling it softly on her tongue as her hand stroked my drenched cock.

Peter's screams had turned hoarse, his body flailing pointlessly against the bonds.

"You filthy fucking cunt! Licking his balls like a desperate whore?! I can see your throat bulging! You never sucked me like that! You’re actually choking yourself on him — you disgusting pig! Stop moaning for his cock, you traitorous slut!"

With a wet smack, Helena released my ball, saliva threads bridging her lips to my sack. Locking eyes with Peter once again, her voice dripped husky mockery as she pumped my pulsing shaft.

"Shut the fuck up, Peter. This is what a real cock tastes like. So big... so hard... I can feel it pulsing in my throat. You could never make me gag like this. You could never make me this wet."

A few slaps landed my cock on her tongue — — before she dove down again, ramming me into her throat with a resounding, gagging

Her gags intensified, sloppier and louder as she bobbed quicker, tears streaking her cheeks, mascara streaking, eyes blazing with utter slutty worship. Filthy sounds dominated the room: slurpy sucks, frantic swallows, choking retches, and my rumbling groans of bliss.

"Fuuuuck... good girl," I growled, voice heavy with lust as fingers clenched her hair tighter, pounding her throat with more force. "That’s my perfect little cock-worshipping whore. Show your husband how much better I am."

Louder moans vibrated from Helena around my thick cock — — her throat seizing hard as she drove every savage inch deeper. Her neck distended lewdly, revealing my shaft's distinct shape.

Messy saliva ropes oozed from her stretched lips' corners, cascading over her chin to her bouncing tits while Peter endured the sight of his wife's brazen debasement.

Both hands seized Helena’s head, fingers burrowing into her hair, hips snapping forward to sheath my cock fully in her throat. I held it pinned, denying any retreat.

Panic widened Helena’s eyes. Violent chokes tore from her — wet, frantic gags exploding. Foamy drool bubbled at my cock's base, gushing in sloppy ropes as tears poured down her reddened face. Feeble slaps hit my thighs from her hands, throat thrashing around me in her air-starved fight.

Several agonizing seconds later, I yanked my cock free with a resounding, sopping .

Helena slumped forward at once, hacking and gasping for air in desperation. Gooey ropes of frothy saliva dangled from her bloated, puffy lips, splattering onto the ground to form a nasty puddle. She wheezed fiercely, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks.

She hadn’t even caught her breath yet when I seized her arms and dragged her harshly upright. My rigid, spit-glazed cock thrust scorching between her plush thighs, pressing snugly against her drenched pussy lips beneath the sheer panty fabric. The scorching heat and slickness pouring from her center couldn’t be ignored.

I grinned slyly and declared loud enough for Peter to catch, "Don’t tell me you’re already this fucking wet, Helena? Your greedy little cunt is practically drooling down your thighs."

Helena’s whole face flamed scarlet with mortification. Instinctively, she clamped her thighs together to conceal her soaking state, but that only ground my cock harder against her swollen clit.

"I-I’m not..." she murmured timidly, her voice quivering with shame. "It’s... It’s not that bad... Please don’t say it like that..."

I laughed darkly and slid my hand low, palming her pussy over the shredded panties. My fingers instantly detected the big, hot, sopping stain that had utterly drenched the material.

"Oh? Not that bad?" I taunted, amplifying my voice for Peter to hear clearly. "Then why are your panties completely drenched, Helena? Look at this massive wet spot. Your cunt is leaking like a broken faucet just from choking on my cock."

Helena flushed deeper, nibbling her lower lip as a new wave of humiliation crashed over her. "D-Dexter... don’t... please don’t say it out loud like that... It’s so embarrassing..." Her voice emerged tiny and breathless. "I can’t help it... my body just... reacts when you’re rough with me..."

Offering no quarter, I gripped the front of her dress with both hands and shredded it in a single brutal yank.

The cloth ripped with a deafening tear, disintegrating into rags and leaving her exposed in only her black lace bra and matching panties.

Irrefutable proof stared back—a enormous, dark wet blot engulfed the full crotch of her panties, the flimsy fabric plastered lewdly against her swollen, puffy pussy lips. A thin stream of her juices had begun trickling down her inner thigh.