Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 737: Maya’s Trimmed Pussy

Victoria looked at me and said firmly,

"Go start the fire... and don’t peek over here."

I chuckled and began arranging the firewood just outside the entrance of the bamboo house.

Victoria then turned to the other two women.

"You two change your clothes. I’ll keep an eye on him."

From the corner of my vision, I saw Maya and Rachel nod and move deeper inside the shelter, partially hidden behind Mom’s figure.

A moment later, Victoria’s sharp voice cut through the air again.

"What are you looking this way for? Turn around."

I obediently turned so that my back faced the interior of the house.

Soft rustling of wet fabric followed. Because Maya’s red dress was still clinging tightly to her skin, Rachel’s quiet voice reached me.

"Boss, let me help you... The dress is stuck."

There was the soft sound of fabric being peeled away from damp skin.

A short pause, then Rachel spoke again, more decisively.

"Boss... we should take these off too. It’s not good to keep wearing them when they’re this wet. You’ll only get colder."

I understood immediately — she meant their bras and panties.

Maya’s voice was hesitant, almost shy.

"But... is it really necessary? We’re not alone..."

Victoria cut in from her position near the doorway, her tone practical and firm.

"Rachel is right. Take everything off. Wet underclothes will only make the cold worse. Just do it quickly."

There was a soft sound of agreement from Maya. Then the quiet noise of more fabric dropping onto the bamboo floor — first the bra, then the soft whisper of panties sliding down. No gasps or exclamations followed — only the soft sounds of two women undressing completely in the dark.

With my back still turned, I instantly activated God Speed. In the slowed world, I spun around and took a long, clear look.

Maya stood fully naked in the dim moonlight that filtered through the gaps in the bamboo walls. The pale light traced every curve of her body with almost cruel clarity. Her figure was toned and elegant, the soft lines of her waist and hips perfectly balanced.

Her breasts were massive — full, heavy, and round, far larger than the red dress had suggested. The weight of them made them sit high and proud even without support. Her areolas were large and dark, almost the size of a small coin, and in the center of each sat a tightly contracted, erect nipple, stiffened from the cold and the earlier wet fabric. The nipples pointed slightly upward, sensitive and prominent.

Lower, her stomach was flat and smooth, leading down to the soft mound between her legs. The hair there was trimmed short and neat — a narrow strip of black that left most of the soft flesh exposed.

The outer lips were smooth and slightly parted, the inner skin a delicate pink that caught the moonlight. A faint sheen of residual moisture still clung to her inner thighs, making the skin gleam.

She shifted her weight slightly from one foot to the other, causing her heavy breasts to sway gently. The movement made her erect nipples catch the light again.

I swallowed hard, forced myself to turn back around, and deactivated God Speed. My cock was already straining heavily against my pants, throbbing with heat as I continued arranging the wood, pretending nothing had happened.

A short while later, Maya and Rachel stepped out of the bamboo house.

Both were now wearing the leaf bras and matching leaf skirts. The makeshift outfits left far more skin exposed than any normal clothing.

The leaf bras barely contained their chests; the vine straps and overlapping leaves created deep, plunging cleavage that revealed the full inner curves of their breasts.

With every small movement, the leaves shifted, threatening to slip and expose even more. The skirts sat low on their hips, the high slits on both sides showing long stretches of bare thigh whenever they took a step.

Maya’s massive breasts pushed heavily against the limited coverage of the leaf bra, creating an especially deep valley of cleavage that drew the eye immediately.

Rachel’s own chest, while not as large, was still clearly outlined and pressed upward by the tight vine ties.

Maya looked at me, a faint residual blush still on her cheeks, though she tried to keep her voice steady.

"Dexter... you should change as well. You’re still in wet clothes."

Rachel nodded beside her, clearly a little embarrassed by how revealing her own outfit was, yet making no move to cover the deep cleavage the leaf bra created. The overlapping leaves shifted slightly with her breathing, drawing the eye to the soft inner curves of her breasts.

A short while later Mom also stepped out of the bamboo house, now wearing her own set of leaf clothing. The makeshift bra and skirt looked just as revealing on her as they did on the other two. Without warning, she walked up behind me and gave my ear a sharp, familiar tug.

"Go change your clothes already. Standing around in those wet things won’t do you any good."

I nodded quickly, rubbing my ear, and hurried inside the bamboo house. The moment I stepped through the doorway, I saw the discarded red bra and matching panties lying on the bamboo floor — clearly Maya’s. The delicate items were still slightly damp from the seawater, the thin fabric crumpled where she had stepped out of them.

I immediately raised my voice toward the entrance, a note of genuine panic in my tone.

"Don’t look over here!"

Victoria’s dry, unimpressed reply came from outside almost instantly.

"Who’s looking? Nobody is looking at you. Just hurry up and change."

Maya and Rachel both chuckled softly at the familiar mother-son exchange. The sound of their quiet laughter drifted in through the open doorway. Maya’s voice followed a moment later, gentle and faintly amused.

"Teacher, don’t be so hard on Dexter. He’s only trying to help."

Victoria only scoffed, the sound short and dismissive.

"Hmph. He is just a pervert."

Inside her mind, the thought was sharper and more resigned.

Maya and Rachel only thought Victoria was just joking around...