Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 699: Madeline’s Hips Buck Hard

"Ah—fuck—! N-not—mmm—! So—ah!—big!" Madeline’s voice was a mess, her words cut off by moans, groans, the sound of her own pleasure betraying her.

"I—I hate—fuck—! How you—ah!—make me—feel—!"

I pressed my thumb against her asshole, the pressure making her body tense, her pussy clenching around my cock as I rammed into her, my hips slamming against hers with brutal force.

"You hate it...?" I taunted, my voice a growl, my fingers digging into her hips. "Then why’s your pussy so fucking wet...?" I thrust deeper, my cock hitting her womb, the angle making her scream.

"Aaaaaah—fuck—! I—I can’t—mmm—! Stop—ah!—fucking—me—!" Madeline’s voice was a broken mess, her body trembling, her reflection in the mirror showing her lips parted, her eyes glazed with lust and submission.

The sound of our bodies—skin slapping, her pussy squelching, my balls hitting her ass—filled the room, obscene and intoxicating.

I grabbed her hair, my fingers tangling in the strands as I yanked her head back, forcing her to look at her own reflection in the mirror. The glass fogged slightly from our heated breaths, but her image was clear—flushed, desperate, used.

"Look at yourself..." I growled, my voice a dark command, my cock pistoning into her harder, deeper, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.

"Look at the slut you are for me..." The mirror showed her everything—her flushed face, her parted lips, the way her tits bounced with every thrust, the way her pussy dripped around my cock, her juices coating my cock.

She couldn’t deny it. Not when the evidence was right there—her body betraying her, her desire raw and unfiltered.

"N-no—fuck—! I’m not—ah!—your—slut—!" She tried to protest, her voice trembling, but her words dissolved into another broken moan as I slammed into her, my thumb pressing harder against her asshole, the pressure making her body tense.

"Liar..." I hissed, my voice a snarl, my hips snapping against hers. "Your pussy says otherwise..." I thrust again, my cock buried to the hilt, the sound of her wetness loud and filthy, her walls clenching around me as if begging for more.

"Now fucking take it..." My hand came down on her ass again, the smack echoing through the room, the impact making her pussy clench around me in response. "And scream my name..."

Madeline let out a loud, broken cry, her body shaking, her voice a mess of pleasure and defiance. "Fuck... Dexter..." she moaned, her fingers digging into the mirror as she tried to steady herself, her reflection showing her lips parted, her eyes glazed with lust and fury.

Then, suddenly, her voice turned sharp, her tone laced with jealousy and rage. "Aaaaaaaaaaah..." she gasped, her body trembling as she pushed back against me, her pussy swallowing my cock deeper.

"Did... that bitch Marina..." her voice was a growl, her words punctuated by moans as I kept fucking her. "...let you fuck her in the ass... like I did...?" She turned her head, her eyes burning into mine, her breath ragged. "You’re clearly bullying me..."

I didn’t answer her at first. Instead, I smacked her hard on her ass, the sound sharp and sudden, the impact making her yelp, her body jerking forward.

"Aaaaaaaah... don’t you dare... Dexter..." she moaned, her voice a mix of anger and pleasure, her pussy clenching around me as if punishing me for the strike.

I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear, my breath hot as I finally answered, my voice a dark purr. "Yeah..." I growled, my hips rolling against hers, my cock buried deep inside her. "My cock has tasted her asshole..." I paused, my thumb pressing against her asshole, the pressure making her whimper.

"Do you know, Ma’am..." I taunted, my voice dripping with mockery, "...Marina sniffed me when I went to my room..." My hand tightened in her hair, my grip unrelenting.

"She was waiting for me there..." I thrust harder, my cock hitting her womb, the angle making her scream. "And she found out... that we were together..." My lips curled into a smirk, my voice a dark whisper. "Then she bit my thigh..." I pressed my thumb harder against her asshole, the sensation making her body tremble. "...telling me I’m her slave..."

Madeline roared, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around my cock like a vice. "You are my person...!" she snarled, her voice a growl, her fingers digging into the mirror as she glared at me through the glass, her reflection twisted in fury and need. "Didn’t I tell you that...?"

I stopped moving, my cock still buried inside her, only the tip remaining as I pulled back slightly, the loss of fullness making her whimper. I held her there, my grip on her hair tight, my voice a mocking purr.

"So, Ma’am..." I taunted, my lips brushing her ear, my breath hot. "...what do you want me to do...?" I paused, my cock twitching inside her, the tease maddening. "Should I pull out...?"

Madeline’s breath hitched, her eyes flickering to the mirror, where her slutty face was on full display—lips bitten, cheeks flushed, hair a mess.

She couldn’t hide it. Not the desire, not the jealousy, not the need. For a long, tense moment, she just stared at her own reflection, her body trembling, her pussy pulsing around the tip of my cock.

Then—she moved.

Madeline’s eyes blazed with that sharp, defiant fire as she rolled her hips back hard, slamming her greedy little cunt straight down onto my throbbing cock until it was buried to the balls in her dripping womb.

"Aaaaaah—FUCK—!" she screamed, her voice cracking like a broken slut, her whole body shaking like a bitch in heat. Her tight, sloppy pussy clamped down on me like a vice, milking my cock with wet, obscene spasms, her juices gushing everywhere around my cock as she fought to trap me inside her forever.

"Don’t you fucking dare..." she growled through gritted teeth, her voice all rage and raw need, her nails digging deep into my thighs while her fingers clawed at the sheets, holding me there so she could feel every thick inch stretching her out.

I grabbed her hair like a fistful of slutty ponytail, yanking her head back and forcing her to stare straight into the fogged-up mirror. Her reflection was pure filth—she looked wrecked, flushed to her tits, lips swollen and parted in a sloppy O, eyes glazed with that desperate "I’m your owned fuck-meat" stare.

Her perfect bouncing tits jiggled with every brutal thrust, nipples rock-hard and begging for more, while my cock slammed into her dripping pussy with a loud, wet PHTTT-PHTTT-PHTTT-PHTTT sound that echoed through the room like a goddamn porn soundtrack.

The slap of my balls smacking her juicy ass filled the air, the squelch of her soaked cunt swallowing me whole, juices dripping down her thighs in thick streams as I pounded her like the worthless whore she was made to be.

"Look at that pathetic reflection, you cum-guzzling bitch..." I snarled, voice dark and commanding, my grip on her hair pulling her closer so she had no choice but to watch herself get railed.

"Look at the sloppy little cunt you are for me... dripping like a faucet, taking every fucking inch like a greedy hole. You fucking love it, don’t you?"

I hissed, hips snapping forward with raw force. "You love getting spit-roasted by my cock while you stare at how fucking owned you are..."