Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 640: Marina’s Naughty Feet

Marina growled, her body trembling with frustration, her pussy throbbing, aching with unfulfilled desire. "You—bastard—" she hissed, her voice trembling, her eyes burning with rage—and lust.But she knew she was beaten for now. She couldn’t argue, couldn’t fight it. Not when her own body was betraying her, her hips rolling, her pussy weeping for my touch. The way her ass twitched, her muscles clenching around nothing, the way her breath hitched every time my thumb brushed her back entrance—it was maddening.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her neck, my voice a whisper. "Patience, Ma’am..." I murmured, my fingers continuing their slow, torturous circles around her clit, keeping her on the edge, denying her the release she craved so desperately.

"The best rewards..." I purred, my thumb pressing just inside her ass again, making her scream, her body jerking, her pussy gushing with fresh arousal. "...are worth the wait..." My smile was wicked, my eyes gleaming with dark promise.

Marina whimpered, her body arching into my touch, her moans filling the room—raw, obscene, desperate.

"Dexter—please—I can’t—I can’t—" Her voice was a broken sob, her fingers clawing at my wrist, her body trembling as I kept her there—on the edge, teetering, begging. My slave. My Queen. My fucking obsession.

As I pulled back, leaving Marina panting, aching, unfulfilled, I knew—this torment was sweeter than any release.

The way her ass clenched around my thumb as I withdrew, the way her pussy pulsed, empty and needy—I knew she’d remember this. The shock. The pleasure. The promise of what was to come.

I brought my fingers to my lips, licking them slowly, savoring the taste of her—musky, sweet, intoxicating. The scent of her asshole was thick on my tongue, filling my mouth with the essence of her desire.

Marina watched me, her eyes dark with lust and mischief, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. "Maybe you need to learn your place... my slave..." she purred, her voice low, teasing, commanding.

Then, she moved her legs, pressing her feet against my cock through my pants. The pressure was instant, intense, and I couldn’t help but moan, my voice low, raw. "Hmmm..."

Marina’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Maybe I should return your favor... for teasing me..." she murmured, her feet rubbing against my cock in slow, deliberate circles.

Then, without warning, her hands flew to my belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle. The sound of the zipper lowering was loud in the silence of the room, the fabric of my pants parting to reveal my throbbing cock, hard and aching, dripping with pre-cum.

Marina leaned in, her nose brushing against my cock, inhaling deeply. Then, she pulled back slightly, her lips curling into a smirk, her voice mocking. "Mmm... it stinks..." she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Like piss..." Her fingers tightened around my cock, stroking me slowly, teasing me. "Did you piss on yourself, slave?" Her voice was slutty, playful, her touch light but possessive.

I groaned, my hips bucking slightly, seeking more of her touch. "No, Ma’am..." I murmured, my voice breathy, desperate. "It’s just... you..." My eyes were dark with lust, my cock throbbing in her grip.

Marina chuckled, her voice low, teasing. "Liar..." she purred, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock, tasting me, cleaning me.

The sensation was electric—her warm, wet tongue against my sensitive skin, swirling around the head, collecting the drops of pre-cum and the faint scent of piss that clung to me.

"Mmm... salty..." she moaned, her voice thick with desire, her tongue tracing the veins of my cock, licking me clean, savoring the taste of me.

I groaned, my fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her closer, my cock throbbing against her lips. "Fuck, Ma’am..." I whimpered, my voice raw, needy. The sight of her—kneeling before me, her tongue working my cock, her eyes dark with lust—was almost too much to bear.

Marina pulled back, her lips glistening with my pre-cum, her smile wicked. "There..." she purred, her voice satisfied, teasing. "All clean..." Then, she positioned my cock between her feet, sandwiching my cock between her soles, the heat of her skin enveloping me, squeezing me tight.

"Tell me..." she purred, her voice slutty, teasing, her feet rolling against my cock, stroking me slowly, deliberately. "...did you like it?" Her eyes were locked onto mine, her lips curled into a wicked smirk.

"Do you like being trapped between my feet... slave?" Her feet tightened around my cock, squeezing me harder, making me groan, my hips bucking slightly, seeking more of her touch.

I bit my lip, my breath ragged, my cock throbbing between her feet, aching for release. "Yes, Ma’am..." I groaned, my voice low, breathy, my eyes dark with desire. "I love it..."

Marina leaned back on her elbows, her dress still ridden up to cover only her tits, her pussy, and ass glistening with oil and arousal. Her feet continued their torture, rubbing, grinding, teasing my cock, her toes curling against my cock.

"That’s it..." she purred, her voice low, commanding. "Take it, slave..." Her feet pressed harder, rolling over my cock, making me groan. "You like that, don’t you? Being teased... denied... owned... by my feet..."

I nodded, my voice low, breathy. "Yes, Ma’am... I love being your slave..."

Marina’s lips curled into a slow, wicked smile as her feet continued their torturous grind against my cock, her toes curling around my cock, owning me. The sensation was maddening—her skin warm, her grip tight, her control absolute.

She dragged her soles along my length, the friction just enough to make me groan, my hips bucking involuntarily, chasing the touch she so cruelly teased away.

"Good boy..." she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction, with lust, with the kind of dark pleasure that came from knowing she had me exactly where she wanted me.

I could feel her power in every inch of my body—my cock throbbing, my breath ragged, my mind fogged with the need to obey. The scent of her—musky, sweet, intoxicating—filled the air, mingling with the lingering aroma of the oil still clinging to her skin. She was everywhere—her legs wrapped around me, her voice in my ear, her command burning into my soul.

But then, her expression shifted. The playful smirk faded, replaced by something darker, more demanding.

She withdrew her feet slowly, dragging them along my cock one last time, the loss of her touch making me groan, my cock twitching, aching for more. The cool air hit my skin, the contrast making me throb even harder, my balls heavy with need.