Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Jennifer's body shuddered, her breath ragged, her chest heaving as she panted, "Aaaaaaaaah... f-fuck... s-stop... right now... o-otherwise I'll kill you..." Her voice was a broken, slutty whimper, her thighs trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her pussy still dripping onto the sofa.

I pulled back, my mouth glistening with her juices, my lips smeared with her cum, my cock throbbing painfully, begging to fuck her raw. The sight of her—flushed, ruined, still trying to cling to her arrogance—made my cock pulse with dark lust.

"You... you're getting quite ahead of yourself..." she hissed, her voice breathy, unsteady, her fingers clutching the back of the sofa for support. Her eyes flickered to my cock, lingering for a second too long, before she straightened, adjusting her panties with a shaky hand.

"Stay here," she commanded, her voice sharp, but her breath was still ragged, betraying her. "Don't move... and I'll be back soon."

I watched as she slipped back into her room, her hips swaying just enough to tease me, her nightgown clinging to her ass. The sound of drawers opening, closing—then footsteps, soft, hesitant.

When she returned, her fingers clutched something small, square-shaped—

A fucking condom.

Jennifer's fingers trembled as she tore the condom wrapper open with her teeth, the sound crinkling in the heavy silence between us. Her lips parted, breathy, slutty, as she pressed the condom against her lower lip, her tongue darting out to wet the edge before sinking to her knees in front of me.

The arrogant glint in her eyes faltered for just a second—replaced by something darker, needier, hungrier—as she stared at the monster between my legs.

"Mmm…" She murmured, her voice a slutty purr, but there was a hint of nervousness now, a flicker of doubt. Her fingers brushed against my thighs, teasing, taunting, before she wrapped them around the base of my cock, her thumb swiping over the precum dripping from the tip.

"Such a big boy…" she whispered, her voice mocking, but her breath hitched as she realized just how thick, how long, how fucking unmanageable I was. Her fingers stroked up my cock, measuring, comparing—and failing.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she pressed the condom against the head of my cock.

But it wouldn't stretch.

Her eyes widened as she tried to roll it down, her fingers struggling, trembling. The latex clung to the first half of my cock, refusing to go further, straining at the seams like it was about to rip.

"W-What the—?" She whispered, her voice shaky, disbelieving, her cheeks flushing deeper. She tugged again, harder, but the condom wouldn't budge—stuck at the midpoint, taut, pathetic, humiliating.

I chuckled, low, dark, my eyes locked onto hers, triumphant, mocking. "Mother-in-Law…" I murmured, my voice dripping with amusement, my hand wrapping around my cock, stroking it slowly, emphasizing its size.

"Is this really your husband's condom…?" I tilted my head, my smirk growing as her face flushed deeper. "Or did you buy it, thinking you'd never need anything bigger?"

Jennifer's fingers clenched around the condom, her voice stammering, broken. "D-Don't be too happy…" she snapped, but her eyes flickered away, unable to meet mine, her pride crumbling.

I leaned in closer, my voice a filthy whisper, taunting, triumphant. "I'm not happy, Mother-in-Law," I growled, my hand tightening around my cock, stroking it firmly, making it twitch.

"I'm excited." My lips curled into a smirk, my eyes darkening with lust, dominance. "Excited that my cock can reach places your husband never could." My chuckle was low, mocking, knowing. "He he…"

A slow, wicked smile curled her lips as if she was planning something.

"Lie down on the sofa," she purred, her voice suddenly smooth, commanding, slutty. The arrogance was back, but this time, it was laced with something darker—lust, need, a desire to torment me.

I didn't hesitate.

I lay back, my cock standing straight, throbbing, saluting the ceiling, precum dripping down the shaft, glistening in the dim light. The sight of it—veiny, thick, obscenely big—made Jennifer's breath hitch, her eyes darkening with filthy hunger.

She climbed on top of me, her nightgown slipping from her shoulders before she tossed it aside, completely bare except for her red panties—soaked, clinging to her pussy, the dark spot growing darker by the second. Her tits swayed as she positioned herself, her nipples hard, aching to be sucked.

Jennifer's fingers trembled as she hooked them into the soaked lace of her panties, her eyes locked onto mine with a wicked, knowing glint.

The fabric clung to her pussy, the dark, glistening spot spreading as she pulled it aside, exposing her swollen, dripping cunt—pink, puffy, begging to be fucked. The scent of her—musky, sweet, intoxicating—flooded my senses, making my cock throb painfully, precum dripping in thick, obscene ropes.

"Mmm…" She purred, her voice slutty, taunting, as she aligned the tip of my cock with her entrance, her fingers trailing up and down my shaft, teasing me. "Look at you…" Her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes darkening with sadistic pleasure.

"So hard… so desperate…" She tapped the condom with her fingernail, her voice dripping with mocking arrogance. "But only this much is allowed inside me…" She trailed her fingers along the exposed half of my cock, making me hiss. "The rest…" She squeezed the base, tormenting me. "Stays outside."

I groaned, my cock pulsing painfully, precum leaking onto my stomach, soaking the skin. "F-Fuck…" I whispered, my voice broken, desperate, my fingers clawing into the sofa, my body trembling with restraint.

Jennifer chuckled, low, dark, her fingers circling the base of my cock, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. "Aww, poor baby…" She purred, her voice slutty, cruel, as she rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, grinding it in slow, maddening circles.

"Does it hurt…?" Her hips rolled, her pussy glistening, dripping, begging to be filled. "Knowing you can't have all of me…?" She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a filthy whisper. "Knowing you're only allowed to fuck me halfway…?"

"Y-Yes…" I hissed, my cock throbbing, aching, as she teased the tip against her clit, making her whimper. "F-Fuck, Mother-in-Law…" My voice was a broken plea, my eyes locked onto her pussy, hungry, desperate.

"Good," she moaned, her voice breathy, slutty, as she finally aligned my cock with her entrance, her fingers digging into my chest for support. "Because this…" She pushed down, her pussy swallowing just the covered half of my cock, her walls clenching tight around me, milking me obscenely. "Is all you get."

"AAAAH—! F-Fuck—!" I groaned, my cock throbbing inside her, the exposed half aching for her heat, her tightness, her wetness. My hands shot to her hips, gripping her tight, begging to pull her down further, but she slapped them away with a sharp, mocking sound.

"No," she hissed, her voice sharp, commanding, but her pussy clenched around my cock, betraying her words. "Only what fits…" She rolled her hips, her pussy squeezing the condom-covered half of my cock, milking it tightly, tormenting me. "Only what's allowed."

"Mother-in-Law…" I groaned, my voice broken, desperate, my cock pulsing inside her, precum dripping from the exposed tip, soaking my stomach. "P-Please…" My fingers twitched, aching to grab her, to fuck her hard, to claim all of her.

Jennifer's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes darkening with sadistic pleasure. "Beg," she purred, her voice slutty, cruel, as she lifted her hips slightly, letting my cock almost slip out before slamming back down, taking just the covered half again.