Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 793: Semen-Soaked Red Panties

Maya stepped back on trembling legs, still panting hard. The moment she looked down and saw the clear, shiny wetness coating her inner thighs, a fresh wave of heat rushed to her face. She couldn’t help but blush even deeper. My grass skirt was equally soaked, the front darkened and clinging from the mess she had left on me.

She lifted her eyes and glared at me, the expression a mix of residual pleasure, pure mortification, and defensive anger — as if glaring hard enough might erase what had just happened between us.

Her voice came out shaky and embarrassed when she finally spoke.

"...Don’t look at me like that. And don’t you dare say anything about... about what just happened. It was an accident. A complete accident..."

I didn’t answer right away.

Instead, I glanced down at my cock, which was still standing rigidly upright, thick and flushed, the cock glistening with a mix of her squirt and my own precum.

I gave it a small, deliberate poke with one finger so it bobbed heavily in the air between us, then looked back at her with a helpless expression.

"Aunt Maya... I... still need..."

Maya’s eyes dropped to the hard, leaking length. The glare returned, but it was weaker this time, undercut by the deep blush that covered her entire face. She opened her mouth, closed it, then muttered under her breath,

"...You..."

For a long moment she simply stood there, clearly torn. Then, with a short, frustrated sound, she stepped forward again. Her hands came down, not to push me away, but to guide my cock back between her thighs.

She pressed her legs together around the thick cock, trapping it once more against the soaked crotch of her panties.

"Just... finish," she whispered, voice tight with residual embarrassment. "And be quick about it."

I didn’t need to be told twice. I wrapped one arm around her waist to steady her and began thrusting between her closed thighs in earnest.

The upper side of my cock dragged wetly against her panty-covered pussy with every stroke, the fabric already so soaked that it offered almost no barrier. Soft, filthy sounds filled the space between us.

Maya bit her lip and turned her face away, but small, breathy groans still escaped her with every firm grind.

"Nnnh... aah..."

I groaned deeper, the tight, silky heat of her thighs and the wet pressure of her pussy pushing me rapidly toward the edge.

"Fuck... Aunt Maya... I’m close..."

My hips snapped forward harder. The swollen head of my cock nudged repeatedly against the softest part of her panties before sliding back along her slit.

Maya’s hands came up to grip my shoulders again, her body still trembling from her own recent climax. The friction grew hotter, wetter, more urgent. A long, low groan tore from my throat as the pleasure finally peaked.

"Nnngh... aah...!"

I buried my face against the side of her neck and came hard. Thick, heavy ropes of cum pulsed out between her thighs, painting the crotch of her panties in sticky white streaks and spilling over onto the soft skin of her inner thighs.

Pulse after pulse left me, each one accompanied by another deep, guttural groan as I emptied myself against her.

Maya’s own soft, embarrassed sounds mixed with mine — small "nnnh... aah..." noises that she couldn’t fully suppress while my cock kept twitching and spilling between her legs.

When the last weak spurts finally faded, I stayed pressed against her for a few seconds longer, breathing hard. Cum continued to drip slowly down her thighs, mixing with the earlier clear fluid of her squirt. Maya remained still, face burning, until she finally pushed lightly at my chest.

"...Enough. Move."

I stepped back. My cock slipped free, still half-hard and shiny with the mess we had made. Maya looked down at herself — at the white streaks staining her red panties and the sticky trails running down her legs — and her expression twisted with fresh mortification.

"Bring me some leaves," she said abruptly, not meeting my eyes.

I tilted my head, pretending not to understand.

"What for?"

Maya shot me a sharp, blushing glare.

"Just bring it."

I didn’t tease her further. I moved a short distance away, plucked several large, soft green leaves from a nearby plant, and returned.

Maya took them without a word and immediately began wiping the worst of the mess from her thighs and the soaked crotch of her panties. Through my Mind Reading ability, her internal voice came through, clear and flustered.

She hesitated, glancing at me, then spoke in a low, firm voice.

"Turn around."

I obeyed, giving her the privacy to step out of the ruined panties. I heard the soft rustle of fabric, then the quiet sound of her adjusting her dress. When she finally told me I could turn back, the panties were nowhere in sight — likely discarded or hidden — and her red dress had been smoothed back into place.

The evidence of what we had done was no longer visible, though the faint scent of sex and the residual flush on her cheeks still lingered.

We walked back toward camp in silence. The torchlight guided us through the trees until the soft glow of the dying fire and the outlines of the two bamboo shelters came into view.

Maya’s steps were still a little unsteady, but by the time we reached the clearing, she had composed her expression into something closer to normal.

Victoria appeared to be already asleep inside the left-hand shelter. Maya paused at the entrance, glanced once at me with a complicated mix of residual embarrassment and something softer, then slipped inside without a word. She settled down near her teacher, turning her back to the entrance, and went still.

I moved to the other shelter. Rachel was lying on her side on the grass bedding, breathing evenly. I lowered myself carefully beside her, trying not to disturb her.

The moment my body settled close, however, her nose wrinkled. Still half-asleep, she shifted slightly and sniffed the air near my shoulder and chest.

A faint, questioning sound left her throat, as if some unfamiliar scent had registered even in her drowsy state — the lingering mix of sweat, sex, and the evidence of everything that had just happened between Maya and me under the trees.

I stayed quiet, lying still beside her, while the quiet night settled back over the camp and the two shelters.