Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 560: Tattooed Shaman MILF

Andy’s dark gaze remained fixed on my stiffening cock for several long seconds. Then, without any sign of hesitation or shame, she gracefully lowered herself to her knees directly before me.

Her enormous breasts jiggled with considerable force as she knelt, almost spilling free of her loosely tied hide top. Now at the same eye level as my shaft, she drew nearer, her warm breath caressing the sensitive tip of my erection. The musky scent of her arousal intensified in the confined space.

"Why is your cock... so unlike the others?" she inquired in a soft, wondering whisper, tilting her head slightly. "The head appears so unblemished... so lustrous and smooth."

She moved even closer, her full lips hovering mere inches from my leaking tip. "It seems as though your skin is absent..." she breathed, almost in reverence. "The head is entirely uncovered. I have never witnessed a penis like this before."

My rigid erection pulsed powerfully right before her face, a fresh droplet of pre-cum emerging and descending the swollen glans. The sensation of her hot breath and the sight of her beautiful countenance so near to my cock made it throb with even greater intensity.

I cleared my throat and explained in a low tone, "It is due to my grandfather. He was a renowned healer within our tribe."

"When I was a mere boy, he removed the superfluous skin from my penis. He professed it would enhance the pleasure for women when it slid within them... that the exposed head would make direct contact with their inner walls, bestowing heightened sensations."

Andy’s eyes widened with burgeoning interest. She gazed upon my circumcised member with unadulterated fascination, scrutinizing every prominent vein and the perfectly formed, bulbous head. Her tongue involuntarily moistened her lips as she examined it.

"Truly...?" she exhaled, clearly captivated. "So this smooth, plump head makes direct contact with a woman's intimate passages?"

She leaned in still closer until her soft lips were but a breath away from my cock. "No wonder it presents itself as so... exquisite. So pristine and proud."

Her warm breath playfully grazed the sensitive skin, eliciting another twitch from my erection. A lengthy strand of pre-cum stretched from the tip, alighting upon her lower lip. Andy did not recoil. Instead, she slowly licked it away with the tip of her tongue, savoring my essence.

"Mmm..." she hummed softly, her eyes briefly fluttering closed.

From the periphery, Rikaru emitted a low chuckle, his attention ostensibly on the deer carcass but his awareness clearly attuned to the unfolding scene. Haru and Dagu, too, observed with unconcealed curiosity, displaying no apparent discomfort at their mother kneeling before a stranger's exposed manhood.

Andy glanced up at me from her kneeling position, her flushed visage alight with desire and intrigue. "Your grandfather possessed great wisdom," she stated huskily. "If this bared cock proves more pleasurable for women... then I would be most eager to ascertain this for myself."

Her hand ascended gradually, her delicate fingers gently tracing the underside of my shaft, sensing its heat and firmness. "It is so robust... and the head, so flawlessly smooth. I ponder how it might feel, stretching my own, hairy cunt..."

The atmosphere within the cave grew heavy, palpable enough to be sliced by a stone blade. Andy maintained her bold posture on her knees for a few more moments, her soft hand still languidly caressing the underside of my thick, exposed cock as she admired its smooth, circumcised head. Her full lips remained slightly parted, her dark eyes swimming with overt lust, all while her husband and sons observed without any discernible objection.

I found myself genuinely astonished by the openness of her words and actions in the presence of Rikaru and their sons. It became evident that this tribe's perspectives on intimacy, yearning, and communal sharing were far more elemental and permissive than any I had previously encountered.

Rikaru eventually ruptured the profound silence with a gruff sound. "Andy... that is sufficient. Dexter is a young, potent hunter. He will not wish to squander his essence upon an elder female such as yourself. Cease this self-abasement and return to your duties."

Andy directed an irritated glare at him, her hand still encircling the base of my throbbing cock. "Elder female?" she retorted disdainfully. "Then we shall await your mother's arrival. She holds greater knowledge of men and their pleasures than any of us combined. She will indeed enlighten us on what a virile youth like Dexter requires."

Haru nodded breezily. "Grandmother is expected shortly. The tempest is intensifying—shall we venture out to seek her?"

Rikaru gestured negatively while continuing his work on the deer. "No. She departed to visit her ancestral tribe several days past. Escorts were dispatched to accompany her. She will arrive safely. Mother invariably does."

It was at this juncture that I registered the existence of another significant inhabitant of this dwelling—Rikaru's mother.

Andy finally rose, ensuring to brush her magnificent bosom against me one last time. "Rikaru's mother is a woman of considerable power," she elucidated, her voice retaining its husky timbre. "The surrounding tribes hold her in both fear and reverence. She possesses the ability to interpret omens, commune with spirits, and glimpse fragments of the future. Numerous chieftains seek her counsel during arduous winters or in anticipation of conflicts."

The moment she finished speaking, a loud rustling sound came from the grass curtain covering the cave's entrance.

A blast of frigid wind and snow swept in as several figures entered the dwelling. At the forefront was a striking woman who immediately captured everyone's gaze.

She appeared to be in her early fifties, with long, white hair that flowed down her back like a cascade of fresh snow.

Notwithstanding her age, she possessed a remarkably voluptuous figure, even more so than Andy. Her enormous breasts were heavy and pendulous, straining intensely against a thick cloak made of animal hide, embellished with bones, feathers, and peculiar symbols. Her hips were wide, and her posterior was immense, round, and powerful, visibly jiggling with every step she took into the cave.

Intricate tattoos adorned her arms, shoulders, and the upper curves of her breasts – mysterious, swirling patterns and runes that seemed to emit a faint glow in the firelight. Her face retained its beauty, featuring sharp cheekbones, piercing dark eyes, and an aura that blended authority with confident sensuality.

She showed no surprise at my presence. Her sharp gaze fixed on me at once, her eyes sweeping over my body from head to toe. Her attention lingered briefly on my still-exposed, throbbing manhood with evident interest before returning to my face. A subtle, knowing smile played on her lips.

Two robust men and two women followed her inside, carrying substantial bundles of provisions. They set down large portions of raw meat, dried herbs, woven baskets brimming with roots and berries, and several thick furs near the storage area.

The escorts offered a respectful bow to the white-haired woman.

"Thank you for your escort," she stated to them in a deep, authoritative voice. "Inform the chief that I shall return when the spirits guide me."