Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 556: Snow-White Cave MILF

From Angela’s throat, I withdrew my cock and began to thrust it with fierce energy, directing its aim toward their upturned, brazen faces.

Like expertly trained prostitutes, both sisters extended their tongues, their eyes fixed intently on my throbbing member, their moans punctuated by desperate pleas.

"Cum on us—!" Diana's voice was a ragged whisper. "Paint your dirty aunts’ faces!"

"Cover us like the cum dumpsters we are—!" Angela whined, her hand moving faster on her clit. "Shoot it all over me!"

With a guttural, primal roar, I unleashed my climax.

The initial powerful stream blasted directly across Diana’s face, splattering her left eye and forehead. The subsequent thick jet struck Angela squarely between the eyes, trickling down her nose. I continued to pump my cock, groaning loudly with each heavy rope of hot, viscous semen I released all over them.

Their faces were completely coated—cheeks, lips, chins, and eyelids daubed in thick white layers. Long streaks of cum landed in their tangled hair, causing the messy strands to clump together. Semen dripped from their eyelashes, streamed down their necks, and splattered onto their heaving breasts.

"Fuuuuck—! Take it all, you filthy cock whores!" I growled, milking every last drop onto their tongues and faces.

Both sisters moaned like rabid bitches in heat, thoroughly glazed, eagerly lapping and swallowing the sustenance that graced their tongues.

"Shit... there’s so much..." Diana sighed, her face completely smeared, one eye sealed shut by my semen. "You turned us into cum-covered sluts again..."

Angela emitted a breathless laugh, scooping a thick glob of semen from her cheek and licking it from her fingers with a lewd slurp. "Mmm... our nephew’s load is so thick and hot. We look like cheap pornstars who just got bukkake’d."

A deep sigh escaped both of them, their cum-streaked faces gleaming obscenely under the harsh bathroom lights, radiating a more vulgar and erotic aura than ever before.

Finally, with hands that were weak yet playfully insistent, they guided me toward the door.

"Out... get the fuck out, you pervert," Diana groaned, her lips still slick with semen. "If you linger, we’ll be sucking your cock all day instead of bathing."

Angela delivered a slap to my retreating posterior. "Go. We’re already limping, and now we’re covered in your cum again. Let us clean up... at least a little, you insatiable beast."

With their final push, I was outside, the door firmly locked behind me. A chuckle escaped me as I dressed and stepped out—only to witness a world utterly transformed.

The snowfall had intensified, thick flakes descending like ethereal feathers, blanketing the earth in an untarnished white layer. The air was sharp and pure, the profound silence broken solely by the soft crunch of my boots on the snow.

A smile spread across my face as I inhaled deeply, the biting cold invigorating my senses. Then, a realization struck me about my Magical Tool.

With a mere thought, my form shifted, wings and thrusters erupting from my back. The jetpack commenced its hum, and I ascended into the sky, the wind a fierce rush against me as I climbed higher, the snow-laden landscape unfurling below like a vast, white sea.

For a period, I reveled in the tranquility, the liberation, the sheer beauty of the falling snow. But then, my keen vision detected movement far below—a cluster of figures hastening toward a dark patch amidst the snow. A cave entrance.

I descended gradually, tracking their trajectory, my jetpack roaring as I drew nearer. Four figures were visible, their footprints vanishing into the mouth of the cave.

And then, I saw her.

The last to enter, her form a striking silhouette against the cave's dim interior. She was statuesque, curvaceous, her body swathed in animal hides that clung enticingly to her voluptuous frame.

But it was her skin that arrested my breath—a flawless, snow-white complexion, akin to porcelain radiating a soft glow in the faint light. And her face—striking, exotically beautiful, with pronounced cheekbones, full lips, and eyes that blazed with an untamed, primal fire.

Yet, it was her body that sent a tremor through my cock.

Her breasts were magnificent—heavy, perfectly rounded, and full, they shifted slightly with each movement, the animal skins struggling to contain their prodigious size.

The fur draped over her shoulders, swaying rhythmically as she walked, but it did little to conceal the generous swell of her cleavage—the deep, shadowed crevice between her breasts peeking out with every motion, the firelight catching the creamy luminescence of her skin, making it gleam like sculpted moonlit marble.

The rough texture of the animal hide contrasted with its tight embrace of her curves, accentuating the lush, heavy sway of her hips as she strode. And her posterior—ample, round, and jiggling with each step, the skin stretching tautly over her curves like a second layer, the fur scarcely containing the bouncing fullness of her flesh.

I watched, captivated, as she vanished into the cave's darkness, the dry grass at the entrance rustling as an unseen hand inside drew it aside to admit her. My mind conjured vivid images of her physique—her breasts, her backside, the way her skin shimmered in the subdued illumination. The mere thought of her hairy, glistening, untamed pubic mound caused my cock to twitch with urgent desire.

I landed in the vicinity, the thrusters of my jetpack quieting as my boots met the frigid earth. The snow crunched beneath my feet, the wind howling around me, yet I barely registered the sensation.

My physique had become too robust for the frigid climate, strengthened by my innate capabilities. The jetpack, garments, and protective gear were rendered superfluous. Nevertheless, assimilation was paramount.

I relegated the Magical Tool to the void of the system's storage, allowing it to dissipate. Subsequently, I divested myself of all attire, including my boots, until I stood completely unclad. The frigid atmosphere caressed my skin, yet its bite was nullified. The elements had no dominion over my form; my muscles coiled as I shivered, not from the cold, but from the burgeoning eagerness to behold her once more.

From the system's Supermarket Store, I procured a coat fashioned from animal hide. With swift proficiency, I draped the covering over my shoulders, its coarse fur grazing my skin like a mantle.

I secured it at my waist, letting the remainder cascade loosely, my phallus still discernable through the pelt—erect and expectant, pulsing with thoughts of her.

Toward the cavern I sprinted, my soles making no sound upon the snow-laden ground, my respiration even despite the physical exertion. Drawing nearer, my voice boomed, the reverberation of my cry echoing against the stony precipices:

"Is anybody within?"

A prolonged interval of stillness ensued. Then, the foliage at the aperture stirred, and a visage emerged—a male, his countenance etched by the elements, his eyes keen and vigilant. His tresses, lengthy and bound in a casual knot, flowed down, complemented by a dense beard frosted with the remnants of the cold.

His scrutiny swept over me, his gaze settling momentarily upon my exposed torso, the fur cloak I wore, and the imprints of my feet upon the snow.