Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 717: The Night Jill Couldn’t Resist

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Previously on Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks...
The protagonist reveals the existence of the Stone Age world to his mother, who immediately plans to sell her company and travel there. He then concocts a scheme with his mother to stage a plane crash, stranding themselves and Aunt Maya on an island to see who she chooses. Upon returning to his room, the protagonist finds Jill masturbating uncontrollably on his bed, whom he dismisses.

Jill cleared her throat, her voice trembling but determined, her eyes locked on my crotch. "Young Master, let me help you change clothes..."

I pretended to protest weakly, but she was already moving with eager, slutty grace, her fingers deft and trembling as she removed my blazer, her touch lingering just a second too long on my shoulders, fingers digging in.

Then, she unbuttoned my shirt slowly, her breath hitching audibly as she revealed my bare, muscular chest, her eyes darting over my abs, pecs, and arms like a starving woman.

She helped me out of my pants with shaky hands, and my hard cock sprang free, straining massively against my underwear, the huge bulge impossible to miss or ignore. Jill gulped loudly, her eyes locking onto it with pure animal lust, her thoughts exploding into the filthiest territory.

She handed me my shorts, her voice barely a whisper, her face burning with shame and overwhelming desire. "Here, Master..."

I took them, pulling them on, but not before I caught every filthy detail of her thoughts again.

Then, as if realizing her own bold fucking audacity, she suddenly ran away like a scared slut, her voice high-pitched and shaky. "Master... I am going to my room... If you need anything, you can call me..."

She dashed out of my room, her skirt swaying wildly, the wet patch on her panties clearly visible as she disappeared down the hallway.

I climbed onto the bed, my chest bare, my shorts loose, and noticed the wet mark on the pillow—Jill’s saliva from when she had smothered it to her face earlier. I chuckled darkly to myself, my mind racing with delicious possibilities.

I would really like to see if Jill can hold back all night... and finally take what she’s been craving.

I turned off the light, and after a few deep breaths to steady myself, I heard it—slow, cautious footsteps, as if afraid of making a single noise. It was Jill. I heard her thoughts, desperate and completely conflicted, dripping with guilt and lust.

The door creaked open slightly, and two glowing eyes peeked in through the darkness. I pretended to be deeply asleep, my breathing steady and even, my body completely still, every muscle relaxed like I was out cold.

Jill slowly walked in, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible, her heart pounding so hard I could hear it through the mind link. She stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, trembling.

"Young Master... Young Master..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with need.

Her thoughts were a full-blown storm of lust, guilt, and animal desperation.

She slowly climbed onto the bed, her movements careful and trembling, her breath shallow and shaky. She didn’t turn on the light, her hand shaking violently as she reached out, pulling my shorts down just enough to expose my throbbing cock over the underwear.

She stared at it for a long moment, then leaned in and sniffed deeply, her thoughts completely lost in filth.

Then, she slowly removed her own panties, stuffing them quietly into her pocket with a guilty little moan. "It’s all wet..." she muttered to herself, her voice a shaky whisper, her face burning with shame and raw desire.

She licked my cock over the underwear, pressing her dripping wet pussy against my thigh, rubbing her swollen clit up and down my leg in desperate little circles, her body trembling uncontrollably with need, her thoughts spiraling deeper and filthier.