Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 724: Why Isn’t It Going Down?

I saw Jill staring at my cock. Even after everything we had just done, it was still throbbing hard, thick and wet, the cock glistening with a mix of her juices and the heavy load of cum that continued to slowly leak from her.

The head was still flushed dark, twitching faintly every few seconds as if it hadn’t realized the fucking was over. I quietly used my mind-reading ability and caught the thought that made her eyes linger.

Jill gulped softly, the sound small in the quiet room. Her hand reached up and pressed lightly against my abs, feeling the firm muscle still rising and falling with my breathing. Her fingers lingered there for a moment, warm and slightly trembling.

"Calm down, Young Master... is this your first time...?"

I put on an innocent, embarrassed expression and nodded, cheeks faintly flushed, eyes lowering as if I was suddenly shy about what I had just done.

The sight of the "virgin" who had just spent the last hour wrecking her looking so sheepish made Jill chuckle softly, the sound low and tired but clearly amused.

"You’re still this hard..." she murmured, glancing down at my cock again with a faint, teasing smile. "Even after filling me twice... most men would be soft by now."

She spoke more gently after that, almost like she was teaching a clumsy student, though the teasing edge never fully left her voice.

"Young Master... you can’t be so aggressive when you do it with other girls... otherwise they won’t like it... they might think it’s rude... you have to go slow... not so impatient... you can’t just slam in all the way on the first thrust and keep going harder and harder like that..."

Her eyes drifted downward again. She looked at her own pussy with a clear expression of embarrassment mixed with a little self-conscious amusement.

The outer lips were bright red and visibly swollen, the entrance still slightly open and puffy from how roughly it had been stretched. Her clit was engorged and tender-looking, clearly sensitive from the relentless slap of my balls against it.

Thick strands of cum continued to leak out slowly, coating the inflamed flesh and dripping onto the soaked sheets.

Jill let out another soft, tired chuckle as she stared at the mess.

"Look at what you did to me... It’s all red and swollen... and still leaking..."

I pretended to be surprised and worried, voice soft and clumsy, leaning a little closer as if I was genuinely concerned.

"Did... did I hurt you...? I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to... it just felt so good I couldn’t stop..."

Jill shook her head weakly, still staring at the ruined state of herself. A faint, teasing smile tugged at the corner of her lips even through the exhaustion.

"It’s nothing... it will be fine in just a few days... though I might walk a little funny until then." She glanced up at me, eyes half-lidded. "You really don’t know how rough you were, do you, Young Master?"

I looked at her for a moment, then asked in a doubtful, almost nervous tone, still keeping the virgin act perfectly in place.

"Won’t... your husband... if he finds out...?"

Jill’s tired smile widened just a little at the question, the teasing returning even as more cum slowly oozed from her in thick, sticky strands that continued to drip onto the soaked sheets.

"You’re worried about that now... after you already filled me so much?" she murmured, voice soft and faintly amused. Her eyes flicked down to the mess between her legs, then back up to my face.

"You really are inexperienced, aren’t you... still looking so nervous after everything you just did to me."

I became completely speechless for a moment. The virgin act left me with nothing clever to say. My mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

Jill watched my flustered expression with that same exhausted, faintly teasing look, then shifted her weight with a quiet wince. She was still too worn out to close her legs properly; the swollen, cum-leaking state of her pussy remained fully on display.

She spoke again, this time in a quieter, more practical tone, though the soft amusement never fully left her voice.

"Young Master... I should go back... before Madam finds out... I’ve already been gone too long..."

I quickly reached out, still looking flustered and overwhelmed, the picture of a boy who had just lost control and didn’t know what to do next.

"Wait... I..."

My eyes dropped, and I pointed down at my cock. It was still standing stiff and heavy between us, the thick cock glistening with the mixed wetness of her juices and the heavy load of cum that had poured out of her.

The head was flushed a deep, dark pink, veins standing out clearly along the underside. Even after two intense orgasms, it showed no sign of softening.

"It... is not going down... what should I do..."

As if answering for itself, my cock gave a clear, visible jerk in the air — rising and falling once in a slow, almost deliberate motion, the heavy length nodding straight toward Jill.

A fresh bead of leftover cum welled up at the tip and slowly dripped down the cock.

Jill’s tired eyes followed the movement. She stared at the still-hard cock for a long second, watching it twitch and nod toward her.

Then she let out another soft, exhausted little chuckle, the sound low and faintly teasing even through her fatigue.

She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my cock. The sudden warm grip made me hiss through my teeth.

"Hmm..."

Jill pulled her loose hair back with her free hand, tucking it behind her ears so it wouldn’t get in the way. Her voice was soft, tired, but still carried that faint teasing edge.

"I would use my mouth... but Young Master, you are not allowed to move..."

She pressed her other hand firmly against my chest and pushed me down until I was lying flat on my back.

Then she shifted, knees settling between my spread legs, and leaned forward. Her tongue slid out and gave the flushed tip of my cock a slow, deliberate lick, tasting the mix of her own juices and leftover cum.

The wet heat of her tongue made me groan.

"Aaah..."