Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 651: A Slut In A Mask

The woman was a slut—unapologetically so. Her every movement was seductive, deliberate, designed to arouse, to tease, to tempt. Her hips swayed as she walked, her thighs pressing together, hinting at the wetness between them.

The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating, maddening, thick enough to taste. Her fingers traced the curves of her own body, teasing herself as she approached me, her voice a purr, thick with lust, hunger, need.

"Eleanor... is he the one you were talking about...?" she murmured, her eyes—hidden behind the mask—raking over me, assessing, claiming, owning. Her voice was husky, each word like a caress against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Mmm... He looks really good..." She licked her lips, her gaze lingering on my crotch, as if she could already see what was hidden beneath the fabric.

Eleanor’s smile was wicked, her voice dropping to a whisper, teasing, cruel. "Oh, he is," she purred, her camera still rolling, capturing every second of my discomfort, my desire, my helplessness. "But don’t take my word for it. Why don’t you test it yourself... if he is really good..."

The woman didn’t hesitate. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing down my chest, teasing the buttons of my shirt. Her touch was electric, burning through the fabric, igniting my skin.

I flinched, my body betraying me, my cock already stirring, hardening, aching for release. She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear, her tits pressing against my arm, soft and heavy, suffocating me in their warmth. The scent of her perfume—musky, floral, intoxicating—filled my nose, clouding my mind.

"And I won’t be gentle..." she whispered, her lips brushing against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. Her fingers worked quickly, deftly, popping the first button of my shirt. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing for a way out, a way to resist.

"W-Wait—" I stammered, my voice cracking as I tried to step back, my hands instinctively moving to cover myself, to shield my growing erection from her predatory gaze. "This isn’t—this isn’t what I—"

She laughed, a low, throaty sound, her fingers pausing only for a moment before continuing their descent. "Oh, don’t be shy, darling," she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement.

"I can see how much you want this." Her hand slid lower, her palm pressing against the bulge in my pants, her touch firm, possessive. I gasped, my hips jerking forward despite my best efforts to pull away.

"No, I—I can’t—" I lied, my voice trembling as I tried to bat her hand away, my fingers clutching at the fabric of my shirt, as if that could somehow hide the truth. My cock throbbed painfully, straining against my zipper, betraying every word I uttered. "This is... this is inappropriate."

The woman chuckled, her breath hot against my skin as she leaned in closer, her tits pressing against my chest. "Inappropriate?" she repeated, her voice a purr. "Oh, sweetheart, we’re way past inappropriate." Her fingers traced the outline of my cock through my pants, her touch maddening, teasing. "You’re hard for me. Don’t deny it."

I groaned, my head falling back as her fingers worked at my belt, her movements urgent, desperate. The sound of the zipper lowering was deafening in the silence of the room, and I knew I was lost. My cock sprang free, hard, throbbing, dripping with pre-cum, the cool air of the room doing little to temper the heat of my arousal.

The woman gasped, her voice surprised, impressed, hungry. "Oh my..." she moaned, her fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking me slowly, savoring the feel of me. Her touch was electric, maddening, and I couldn’t help but arch into it, my body trembling with the need to cum.

"You’re bigger than I thought..." Her tongue darted out, licking her lips, her eyes locked onto my cock, hungry, needy, obsessed. She leaned in, inhaling deeply, her nose brushing against my cock, savoring my scent. "Mmm... you smell so good... musky... manly..." She paused, her voice dropping to a growl, possessive. "I want to taste you... all of you..."

I tried to protest, my hand flying down to cover myself, to shield my cock from her hungry gaze. "P-Please—" I begged, my voice ragged, my fingers trembling as I tried to push her away. But she was relentless. She swatted my hand aside, her grip tightening around my cock, her touch demanding, unyielding.

"Don’t be silly," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Let me see you... let me worship you." Her other hand cupped my balls, her fingers rolling them gently, her touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I groaned, my resistance crumbling, my body betraying me as I thrust into her touch, my cock twitching in her grip.

"Madam..." I gasped, my eyes flickering between her and Eleanor, searching for answers, for control, for a way out of this madness. "What do you mean by this...? What are you—"

Eleanor’s laughter cut through the haze of my arousal, her voice smooth, mocking, cruel. "We don’t mean anything, darling," she murmured, her camera still rolling, capturing every second of my humiliation, my desire, my helplessness.

"Just bear with it... and it will be over..." Her eyes were cold, calculating, enjoying the show, the power she held over me, over us all.

Madeline blushed, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and something darker—arousal, envy, desire.

She couldn’t look away, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her fingers clenching into fists in her lap, her thighs pressing together, hinting at the wetness between them. "E-Eleanor..." she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and something far more primal.

The masked woman didn’t care. She was lost in her own world of lust, her body pressing against mine, her tits rubbing against my chest, her ass grinding against my thigh. Her fingers stroked my cock, teasing me, torturing me, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

"Mmm... you feel so good..." she moaned, her voice thick with desire, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock, collecting the pre-cum that dripped from me. Her moans vibrated against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "I want to fuck you... hard..." she whispered, her voice a growl, possessive, hungry.

I groaned, my head falling back, my body trembling with the need to cum, the heat of the aphrodisiac burning through my veins, consuming me, owning me. My hand twitched at my side, my fingers curling into a fist as I fought the urge to reach for her, to pull her closer, to lose myself in her touch. But I couldn’t—wouldn’t—give in so easily.

"Y-You can’t just—" I gasped, my voice breaking as her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock, her tongue swirling, her moans muffled against my skin. "This is... this is wrong..."