Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 402: Angela’s Stammered Lies

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, whispering hot and filthy as I pulled back and slammed in harder—cock punching deep, stirring her soaked depths with a wet squish.

"That’s it, you filthy slut... take my fat cock deep in your bare cunt... feel it stretching your walls wide while Mira watches you squirm... you’re dripping so much, I can feel your pussy juice leaking down my balls..."

Angela’s inner walls rippled wildly around me—clenching like a desperate fist, her clit grinding against the rough, torn denim with each thrust.

She stifled a moan—"Mmmph... oh f-fuck..."—turning it into a fake cough, but her hips bucked back harder, pussy sucking me deeper.

Mira propped herself up on one elbow, concern mixing with something darker—curiosity, hunger. "You sure? You sound... weird. Like you’re in pain or something."

I rolled my hips—grinding the fat head of my cock against her cervix, dragging every ridge along her sensitive front wall. Angela’s eyes rolled back for a split second as fresh cunt-juice squirted out around my base, soaking my balls and dripping onto the grass.

I whispered again, voice rough with lust: "Good girl... clench that sloppy cunt around my dick... You love getting fucked like this, don’t you? Bare pussy stuffed full while your friend stares... I bet Mira’s getting wet watching you twitch... imagining my cock ruining her too..."

Angela’s hand flew back—nails digging into my hip, silently begging me to go harder even as she fought to stay quiet.

"I-I’m... f-fine... really..." Angela stammered, voice pitching higher on each word as I started a slow, punishing rhythm—shallow thrusts that kept me buried deep, cockhead bullying her g-spot relentlessly.

"Just... ah... sore... from... from walking... nnh... earlier... hah... my legs are... are shaking..."

The wet schlick-schlick-schlick of her soaked pussy swallowing me was barely masked by the crackling fire, but Mira’s head tilted slightly, as if she could hear it.

Angela’s clit caught on the torn denim seam, rubbing raw with each tiny movement. A fresh wave of cunt-juice squirted out around my cock, soaking the grass beneath us.

Angela laughed—shaky, breathless, the sound breaking into a choked whimper as I slammed in harder once, cockhead punching her cervix, making her cunt gush fresh juice around me.

"It’s... it’s just the f-fire... hot... hah... makes me... makes me feel... nnghh... flushed... You know?"

Her voice cracked on the last word—another muffled moan slipping free: "Mmmph... oh g-god..." She bit the inside of her cheek, eyes squeezing shut, thighs trembling violently as I picked up the pace—short, brutal thrusts that kept my cock grinding her G-spot and clit simultaneously.

I whispered filthier, breath hot on her neck: "That’s right, you cock-hungry whore... feel my dick pounding your cervix... stretching your bare cunt walls until they flutter... you’re gonna cum on my cock right here, aren’t you? Squirt all over the grass while Mira watches your face twist... she knows you’re getting fucked... she can smell your dripping pussy from over there..."

Angela’s pussy clamped down like a vice around my cock—walls spasming wildly, milking me as a tiny squirt of her juices leaked out around my base, soaking the torn denim further. "N-no... I’m... I’m okay... just... just need to... to lie still... hah... husband’s... husband’s keeping me w-warm... nnnghh... f-feels... good..."

The last word dissolved into a muffled, desperate moan—high and broken—her teeth sinking into her own arm to kill the sound. Her body betrayed her completely: hips rocking back to meet my thrusts, pussy spasming with each deep grind, clit rubbing raw against the denim edge in electric agony.

"Angela..." Mira whispered, voice small and uncertain. "You look like you’re... hurting. Do you need water or... something?"

I rolled my hips in a slow circle—stirring her depths, cockhead dragging over every sensitive ridge inside her fluttering cunt. Angela’s hand shot out—grabbing the grass in front of her, knuckles white—as her clit throbbed against the rough denim, swollen and oversensitive, each grind sending electric shocks through her body.

"N-no... I’m... I’m okay... just... just need to... to lie still... hah... husband’s... husband’s keeping me w-warm... nnnghh... f-feels... good..."

Angela stammered, her voice pitching into a muffled whine on the last word—"Mmmphhh... f-fuck..."—as I slammed in hard again, burying myself to the hilt, cock pulsing inside her spasming cunt.

Her walls rippled wildly, trying to milk the cum from me, a fresh gush of her juice squirting around my base, soaking the grass and her thighs.

Mira’s eyes widened—dark with sudden understanding, pupils blown, thighs rubbing frantically together now.

She didn’t speak again. She just watched—breathless, starving—eyes locked on Angela’s face as it contorted in silent ecstasy, on the way her body rocked subtly with each hidden thrust, on the growing wet patch darkening her jeans.

I whispered more filth into Angela’s ear, thrusting harder now—short, brutal slams that made her cunt squelch audibly: "You love this, don’t you, you dirty bitch? Getting your bare cunt fucked raw while Mira stares... she’s rubbing her thighs together... imagining my cock stretching her little pussy the same way... clench harder, slut... milk my dick with that spasming hole... I’m gonna flood your cervix with cum while she watches you break..."

Angela’s voice cracked one last time—barely a whisper across the fire: "G-good night... Mira..."

But the words were shattered by another choked, muffled moan—"Mmmphhh... f-fuck... deeper..." —as I slammed in hard, burying myself to the hilt, cock pulsing inside her spasming cunt. Her body convulsed—pussy walls fluttering wildly, clit grinding against the denim in agony-ecstasy, a tiny squirt leaking out with each brutal thrust.

Mira didn’t reply. She just stared—thighs clenched, breathing ragged, fingers digging into the grass.

She knew.

And she wasn’t looking away.

The fire crackled on—warm flames, wet denim, bare pussy stretched wide around cock, and Mira watching like she was dying to crawl across the fire and join.

Angela’s breath came in shallow, desperate pants now, her body trembling against mine as I kept up the relentless rhythm—cock slamming deep, cockhead bruising her cervix with every thrust, her bare walls clenching like a greedy fist around my girth.

The wet schlick-schlick sounds grew louder, barely masked by the fire’s crackle, her cunt-juice squirting in tiny bursts with each hard push, soaking my balls and the grass below.

I whispered filthier, lips grazing her neck: "Feel that, you cock-starved whore? My fat dick pounding your bare cunt walls... stretching you wider with every slam... your clit’s grinding raw on that torn denim, isn’t it? Rubbing your swollen nub until you squirt all over yourself..."

"Mira’s watching you twitch like a bitch in heat... she wants this cock too... clench harder, Angela... milk me... make me cum inside you while she stares at your face breaking..."