Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 620: Brittany’s Secret Gift

3. Claudia – The Finance Minister’s Wife

Claudia was perched on the edge of a chaise lounge, her navy blue pencil dress clinging to her voluptuous frame. Her tits were enormous—heavy and full, threatening to burst free from the constraining fabric.

The dress dipped low, revealing a generous amount of cleavage, her nipples peeking out from beneath the sheer lace overlay. Her waist was snatched so tightly her breathing was labored, and her ass—oh, that ass—was round and jiggling slightly as she shifted, the fabric straining to contain her.

Her auburn hair was piled high on her head in an elaborate updo, tendrils framing her sharp cheekbones.

She crossed her legs, the hem of her dress riding up to reveal stockings and garters, the lace digging into her thighs. She sipped her wine, her eyes half-lidded as she watched me, her voice a low purr.

"You know, Marina..." she said, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. "If you ever get tired of him..." She smiled, her lips curling into a wicked grin. "I’d happily take him off your hands..."

4. Alisha – The Defense Minister’s Wife

Alisha stood by the fireplace, her emerald green pencil dress molding to her body like it was made for her. Her tits were huge—perky and round, pushing against the fabric so hard it looked like they might rip through at any moment.

Her waist was tiny, her hips flaring out in a perfect hourglass shape, and her ass—good God, her ass—was so round and firm it looked like it had been sculpted by Michelangelo himself.

Her black hair was cut into a sharp bob, her lips painted a deep plum that contrasted strikingly with her pale skin. She turned slightly, showing off her profile, the dress clinging to every curve.

She caught me staring and smirked, her voice husky as she spoke. "You like what you see, bodyguard?" she taunted, her fingers trailing down her side, hinting at the zipper of her dress. "Because I certainly like what I see..."

5. Brenda – The Education Minister’s Wife

Brenda was seated on a low ottoman, her purple pencil dress so tight it looked like it had been spray-painted onto her body.

Her tits were full and heavy, spilling over the deep V of her neckline, her nipples visible through the thin fabric. Her waist was cinched impossibly tight, and her ass—perfectly round and lifted—bounced slightly as she shifted her weight.

Her golden blonde hair was worn in loose waves, framing her face like a halo. She giggled behind her hand, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she watched the exchange between the other women and me.

"Oh, stop it, you two..." she teased, her voice light and musical. "Marina just got him. Give her a week before she shares..." She winked at me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Unless you want to share sooner, Marina...?"

6. Eleanor – Health Minister’s Wife

And then there was Eleanor—the eldest of the group, but far from the least impressive.

In her sixties, with short, snow-white hair that was cropped close to her scalp, she exuded an aura of arrogance and experience that demanded respect.

Her pencil dress was silver—shimmering like liquid metal—molding to her body in a way that defied her age. Her tits were still full and firm, heavy with the weight of years of pleasure, her nipples hard and pointed beneath the fabric. Her waist was still slim, her hips wide and powerful, and her ass—round and lifted—defied gravity.

Her sharp blue eyes locked onto me, assessing me with the gaze of a woman who had seen and done everything.

She sipped her whiskey—neat, no ice—her lips curling into a smirk. "Well, well..." she drawled, her voice raspy from years of smoking and commanding.

"Marina, darling... You certainly know how to pick them..." She leaned forward, her dress creaking slightly as it stretched over her curves.

"Tell me, boy..." she purred, her eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "Are you as good with that gun as you are with other... equipment?" She laughed, the sound rich and deep, her gaze dropping to my crotch before flickering back up.

"Because if you ever need a lesson..." She trailed off, her smile knowing. "I do so love teaching..."

The room was electric—charged with the tension of unspoken desires, the promise of secrets shared and pleasures taken.

The women laughed and chatted, their voices a melody of seduction and scandal, their bodies moving with deliberate grace, every gesture a tease, every glance a challenge.

Marina leaned back into the plush couch, her body relaxing slightly as she took another sip of her wine. The deep red liquid stained her lips, making them look even more alluring.

She knew she was the center of attention—not just because of her status as the President’s wife, but because of me. The new toy she had brought to play with. And she loved every second of it, the way the other women’s eyes flickered between us, their voices laced with envy and curiosity.

I stood behind her, my posture rigid, my hands clasped behind my back. I didn’t reply to their teasing. I knew they were just playing their games, testing boundaries.

Even if they wanted to take action, they couldn’t—not here, not in front of everyone. The unspoken rules of their high-society circle were clear: flirt, tease, tempt—but never cross the line in public.

Brittany suddenly leaned forward, her red dress straining against her ample chest as she rested her elbows on her knees. Her voice was a purr, laced with mischief.

"Marina, did you like that gift I gave you last time?" Her eyes sparkled with a knowing glint, her lips curling into a smirk as she watched Marina’s reaction.

Marina’s face flushed a deep crimson, her fingers tightening around the stem of her wine glass. She stammered slightly, her usual confidence faltering for just a moment.

"Oh... I haven’t opened it yet..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting away as if she were a schoolgirl caught in a lie.

Brittany saw right through her. "Liar," she said, her voice sing-song, her smile widening as she leaned back, clearly enjoying Marina’s discomfort.

The other women chuckled softly, their eyes flickering between Marina and Brittany, waiting for the next move in this high-stakes game of cat and mouse.