Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 612: Filthy Disobedience Game

Marina’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body shaking as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her. "Oh fuck—! Yes—! Just like that—!" she cried, her nails digging into my shoulders, her pussy dripping around my cock.

"I’m yours—! Fuck—! I’m your slut—! Your whore—!"

But she wasn’t done with her orders. Not yet.

With a sudden, mischievous glint in her eyes, she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "Now..." she whispered, her voice a low, filthy command.

"I want you to pretend you’re disobeying me..." Her breath was hot against my skin, her words sending a jolt of arousal through me.

"I want you to fight me... Resist me..." She pulled back slightly, her eyes burning with a wicked hunger. "But really... you’re going to fuck me harder than ever..."

A slow, knowing smile curled at my lips. I understood.

With a growl, I pretended to hesitate, my grip on her waist loosening slightly, my thrusts slowing as if I were reluctant. "Madam... I-I can’t..." I stammered, my voice laced with false hesitation, my eyes flickering with a mischievous glint. "It’s wrong... I shouldn’t—"

Marina’s eyes flashed with excitement, her body trembling as she played along. "You dare disobey me?" she snarled, her voice sharp, her nails digging into my skin. "I own you, slave—! You will fuck me how I say—!"

But I didn’t obey. Not really.

With a sudden, brutal motion, I slammed her down onto my cock, my grip tightening as I lifted her higher, my cock pounding into her with a force that made her scream.

"Oh fuck—! Dexter—!" she cried, her voice breaking as I fucked her harder than before, my cock reaching deeper, stretching her wider, the tip brushing against her cervix with every stroke. "You bastard—! You filthy little slave—!"

I grinned, my voice a low, rough growl. "I’m sorry, Madam..." I lied, my hips snapping up into her, my cock spearing into her womb.

"I can’t control myself..." My hands gripped her ass, my fingers spreading her cheeks as I lifted her higher, my cock driving into her with a force that made her scream. "You’re too fucking tight—! Too fucking good—!"

Marina’s body was shaking, her pussy dripping, her moans filling the room as I fucked her with everything I had. "Oh God—! Yes—! Fuck—!" she sobbed, her voice raw, her nails raking down my back. "I hate you—! I hate how good this feels—! Fuck—! Fuck—! FUCK—!"

I could feel it building—the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me, my balls drawing up, my cock throbbing as I pounded into her.

Marina’s body was trembling, her pussy clenching around me, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. "I’m close—! So fucking close—!" she cried, her voice breaking. "Don’t stop—! Fuck—! Make me come—!"

And I didn’t stop.

With a final, brutal thrust, I slammed into her, my cock burying itself to the hilt, the tip pressing against her cervix as I held her there, suspended in the air, my cock pulsing inside her.

Marina let out a scream, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her, her pussy milking my cock, her juices flooding around me. "Oh FUCK—! DEXTERRR—!" she howled, her voice breaking as pleasure wrecked her, her body shaking in my grip.

And then—I came.

With a groan, I emptied myself into the condom, my cock twitching as rope after rope of cum flooded the latex, the tip ballooning with my release.

Marina could feel it—the way the condom expanded inside her, the pressure of my cum filling it, the weight of it pushing against her cervix.

"Oh fuck—!" she gasped, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening. "It’s stuck—! The condom—! It’s stuck in me—!"

I held her there, my cock still buried inside her, the condom swollen with my cum, the tip lodged against her womb. Marina’s body trembled, her pussy clenching around me, her breath coming in sharp, excited gasps.

"Oh God—..." she whispered, her voice thick with awe, with lust.

"I can feel it... All of it... Oh fuck—" Marina’s fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin as her eyes burned with a mix of shock, awe, and raw, unfiltered desire.

The sensation of the condom, swollen and heavy with my cum, pressed against her cervix was intense—a deep, filthy fullness that made her pussy clench around me, her body trembling as if she were still riding the waves of her orgasm.

The squelch of her wetness filled the air, the sound of her arousal dripping from her pussy, sloshing with every slight movement of my cock inside her.

"Fuck— You filled me..." she murmured, her voice a low, throaty purr, her lips parting as she savored the feeling. The squish of the condom inside her was audible, the latex shifting with every breath she took.

"Even with the condom... I can feel you... Inside me... Oh God—" Her breath hitched as I rolled my hips slightly, the latex stirring inside her, the tip nudging against her womb.

A sharp, needy gasp escaped her lips, her back arching as if she were trying to pull me deeper. The room was flooded with the sounds of our bodies—her wet pussy, the slap of skin, the gush of her juices every time I shifted inside her.

I grinned, my voice a low, rough growl, my grip on her ass tightening as I spread her cheeks, my cock still buried to the hilt inside her.

"That’s right, Madam..." I said, my hips rolling again, the condom squishing inside her, making her whimper. The sound was obscene—wet, sloppy, the latex moving in the sea of her arousal.

"All mine..." My fingers pressed into her flesh, my thumbs tracing the slick, swollen lips of her pussy, feeling how dripping wet she still was.

"Listen to that..." I growled, my voice thick with lust as I pounded into her once more, the squelch of her pussy echoing in the room. "Listen to how fucking wet you are for me..."

Marina let out a slow, breathy laugh, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her climax, her pussy pulsing around my cock, her juices gushing out around the base, dripping down to my balls with a splatter.

"Splosh— Fuck—" she gasped as another wave of her arousal spurted out, her thighs glistening with her fluids.

"You’re insatiable, Dexter..." she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction, her eyes dark with a hunger that hadn’t been sated.

The room was thick with the scent of sex—her arousal, my cum, the musky perfume of our bodies tangled together.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear, her breath hot and damp against my skin. "But so am I..." she whispered, her voice a low, dangerous promise that sent a shiver down my spine.