Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 547: Angela’s Tits: A Cock’s Heaven

Angela’s cheeks grew redder, and she cast a swift, almost reproachful look my way, as if questioning my inaction. But I remained still.

I merely observed, with amusement, the silent, inevitable appraisal between the two most significant women in my life. "This isn't... I mean, I didn't expect—" Angela faltered, her usual composure dissolving under Diana’s playful scrutiny.

Diana waved a hand carelessly, her smile unwavering. "Oh, don't feel embarrassed. I'm sure Dexter appreciates the effort." She glanced at me, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Don't you, Dexter?"

I finally responded, my voice laced with a dry amusement. "I appreciate many things."

Diana’s laughter, light and contagious, filled the space. "Oh, I believe you do." She turned her attention back to Angela, her expression softening slightly.

"But truly, Angela, you have no need for concern. Dexter's heart possesses ample capacity for all of us." Extending a hand as if to comfort Angela, she paused just before contact, her fingers suspended in the air between them. "Though I confess, curiosity compels me. How do you manage to keep him content?"

Angela’s eyes widened, and for the first time, a defiant glint ignited in her gaze, sharp and unyielding. "That is a private matter between Dexter and me," she stated, her voice firm despite the blush that still colored her cheeks, a mixture of mortification and indignation.

There was an ember in her declaration, a reminder that she was no mere figure in my life—she was a force to be reckoned with, and she would not be easily diminished.

Diana’s smirk widened, her eyes glinting with a blend of amusement and something more calculating, a darker undertone. "Oh, I have no doubt," she purred, her tone laced with a teasing confidence that seemed to unsettle Angela further.

Angela shifted uncomfortably, her arms still crossed defensively as if to ward off Diana’s audacity. Diana, however, was not finished. She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing Angela’s ear, and her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper meant only for the two of them.

"But let's be candid, Angela. We are both aware that Dexter is... demanding to satisfy." She drew back slightly to meet Angela’s eyes, her expression suddenly serious. "I believe we must cooperate to fulfill his needs. Otherwise, we risk being overwhelmed by his... intensity."

Angela’s breath caught, her defiance momentarily faltering as Diana’s words registered. There was an undeniable truth in them, one she could not dispute. She had witnessed my more formidable side—the raw power, the sheer intensity, the way I could command absolute devotion. And Diana was correct. It required a great deal.

Diana gave her no time to reply. She straightened, her gaze locking with mine, an undeniable hunger radiating from her. "I will surrender myself to him completely," she declared, her voice soft yet resolute. "And you must aid me in this." Her tone left no room for debate; it was a declaration, an instruction, and a plea entwined.

Before Angela could even process this, Diana moved with a fluid elegance, traversing the room in swift strides. She secured the door with a decisive click, the sound amplifying in the suddenly charged atmosphere.

She then turned back to us, her movements deliberate, almost like a predator’s. There was no haste; none was needed. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to be sliced.

Approaching me, her fingers gently gripped the fabric of my shirt, drawing me towards the bed. I yielded to her guidance, my body responding to her touch as if possessed of its own volition. The moment we reached the edge of the mattress, she guided me down, her strength a surprising contrast to her elegant demeanor. I settled onto the soft surface with a quiet chuckle, my gaze fixed on hers.

Diana wasted no time. Her hands went to my attire, her fingers efficiently working at buttons and fastenings until my shirt lay open.

Her ministrations continued lower, her touch assured and confident as she stripped me bare, revealing the hard, erect length of my cock. It stood proudly, already throbbing with need, its tip beaded with the first signs of intense arousal.

She encircled me with her fingers, her grip firm yet tender, then turned her head to look directly at Angela. A challenge, a silent dare, flickered in her gaze. Then, without breaking contact, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she took me into her mouth. She offered no gentle preamble, no drawn-out tease.

She consumed me, her throat working diligently around my shaft as she took me as deep as she possibly could. A soft, stifled sound escaped her, her eyes slightly watering as she strained to accommodate my full length. Yet, she did not withdraw. She did not falter. She simply continued, her nose pressed against the base of my cock, her throat fluttering around me as she adjusted.

Angela watched, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her own arms as if she were the one experiencing the sensation, the one being ravished.

The atmosphere in the room grew heavy with the wet, uninhibited sounds of Diana's strenuous efforts—the slick, popping noises as she released my cock, the deep, throaty sounds from her throat as it worked around my member, the stifled gasps as she attempted to take me deeper.

The scene was a powerful sight: Diana's lips stretched taut around my shaft, her throat expanding as she swallowed me bit by bit, her gaze fixed on Angela with an expression that conveyed both defiance and an unspoken invitation. That look seemed to communicate, 'This is what we're offering. Are you prepared?'

For a fleeting instant, Angela seemed to waver, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she observed Diana's actions. But then, a distinct change occurred in her demeanor—a spark of resolve ignited within her. She was not going to be outdone. Not in this. Not when it came to this.

With a deliberate slowness, Angela uncrossed her arms, allowing the damp lace of her bra to offer minimal concealment to the ample curves of her breasts. She glided closer, her hips swaying with an intentional sensuality, her eyes remaining locked with mine.

Without uttering a single word, she positioned herself directly before me, her fingers skillfully adjusting the delicate fabric of her bra until her breasts were fully exposed, their heavy fullness pressing together as she leaned forward.

Then, with a self-assurance that stole my breath, she took my cock into her hands, carefully guiding it to the space between her breasts.

The instant the warm, velvety skin of her cleavage embraced me, I let out a sharp gasp, my hips moving involuntarily. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced— the soft, enveloping pressure of her breasts encasing me, the moist warmth of her skin, the subtle brushing of her nipples against my shaft with every slight motion.

"Mmm, look at you," Diana cooed, finally drawing back with a wet, smacking sound, a glistening strand of saliva momentarily connecting her tongue to the tip of my cock.

"Already so hard for us..." She tasted her lips, her eyes gleaming with playful malice as she watched Angela's breasts work me.

"Does it feel good, Dexter? Having her soft mammae embracing you like this?" She extended a hand, her fingers delicately tracing the path of Angela's cleavage as it moved rhythmically along my cock, her touch gentle yet undeniably possessive. "Or do you find yourself missing my mouth more?"