Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks
Chapter 558: Andy Stares At My Exposed Cock
Rikaru nodded slowly, his weathered face relaxing just a fraction as he accepted my answers. "Very well, Dexter. You may stay with us until the storm passes. The snow is only getting heavier, and the wind outside howls like a wounded beast. Nights like this can kill a man."
He paused, his sharp eyes locking onto mine with a clear warning. "But in this cave, everyone pulls their weight. Hunting, gathering wood, cooking, keeping the fire alive — no one eats or sleeps for free."
"I understand completely," I replied, bowing my head slightly in respect. "I’m grateful for the shelter. I’ll do whatever is needed."
Even as I spoke, my attention kept drifting back to Andy like a moth to flame. She was impossible to ignore. Every small movement made her voluptuous body put on a lewd display.
When she leaned forward to adjust the fire, her massive, heavy tits swayed heavily beneath the loose animal hide, the deep valley of her snow-white cleavage catching the golden firelight. Her thick, dark nipples were visibly hard, poking shamelessly against the rough fur like they were begging for attention.
Lower down, things were even more obscene.
The short piece of hide she wore had ridden up her wide hips again, completely failing to cover her thick, juicy ass and that deliciously primitive pussy. Her hairy cunt was on full display — thick, dark curls matted with her slick juices, puffy lips swollen and glistening.
The raw, musky scent of her arousal mixed with the smoke and roasted meat, creating an intoxicating aroma that made my mouth water and my cock ache.
Fuck... I want to bury my face between those thighs and drink from her until she screams.
Rikaru clapped his large hands together, breaking the thick tension in the cave. "Haru, Dagu — help our guest set up a proper sleeping place. Andy, we’ll need more wood. The fire must burn strong tonight."
Andy rose to her feet with graceful, sensual movement. As she stood, the fur shifted again, giving me another clear view of her dripping slit.
A thin string of her arousal actually stretched and broke as her thighs parted. My cock twitched violently under my cloak, now rock-hard and leaking.
"You can sleep near the fire," Andy said softly, her velvety voice carrying a hint of invitation. Her dark eyes lingered on my face, then slowly traveled down my body, stopping for a moment at the very obvious, massive bulge tenting my luxurious fur cloak.
"It’s the warmest spot... and the most comfortable."
The two sons quickly dragged several thick beds made of layered dried leaves, soft furs, and woven jute closer to the fire, arranging them neatly.
Rikaru returned to butchering the fresh deer carcass, his stone knife slicing through meat with practiced efficiency. Andy walked toward the large pile of firewood stacked in the corner of the cave, her fat ass jiggling hypnotically with every step.
I didn’t waste the opportunity.
"Let me help you," I said, moving beside her quickly.
She glanced at me over her shoulder and gave a small nod. As we worked side by side, our bodies frequently brushed against each other in the tight space. Every time my premium, buttery-soft fur cloak touched her bare skin, Andy let out a little sound of surprise and pleasure.
She suddenly stopped, turning toward me with wide, curious eyes.
"What kind of animal is this fur?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine wonder. She reached out boldly and ran her soft palm over my forearm, stroking the incredibly smooth and silky fur. "It’s... unreal. So soft and warm. Nothing like the hides we use."
Andy kept caressing my arm, almost petting it, her fingers exploring the luxurious texture. Her massive tits pressed softly against my shoulder as she leaned in closer, her hard nipples dragging across my skin through the thin hide she wore. The heat radiating from her body and the strong scent of her wet pussy were driving me insane.
I smirked. "I don’t know the exact name. It came from a giant bear my father hunted many years ago. My mother spent weeks preparing this cloak for me. It’s... special."
"It feels like touching a dream," Andy whispered, almost to herself. She continued rubbing her hand up and down my arm, clearly addicted to the sensation. Her breathing had grown slightly heavier. "So smooth... so rich. I’ve never felt anything like it."
Our faces were dangerously close now. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my skin. A deep flush had spread across Andy’s snow-white cheeks, making her look even more beautiful and fuckable in the firelight. Her dark eyes burned with open hunger as she stared at me, lips slightly parted, breathing heavier than before.
My thick cock throbbed violently beneath the luxurious fur cloak, the fat, swollen head now pushing insistently against the edge of the fabric, nearly slipping out into the open.
I made no move to hide it. I wanted her to see. I wanted to watch her reaction — see if this primitive MILF would blush, bite her lip, or shamelessly stare at the massive bulge her presence was creating.
But Andy’s attention suddenly shifted.
She turned her head toward Rikaru, her massive tits brushing heavily against my arm as she moved. "Rikaru, look at this," she said, her voice filled with genuine excitement.
She grabbed my forearm again and lifted it slightly, showing off the incredibly soft fur. "Dexter’s hide is so much more comfortable than anything we have. It’s smoother than rabbit fur and warmer than wolf pelt. Feel it."
Rikaru paused his butchering, wiping blood from his hands onto a scrap of hide before walking over. He ran his rough fingers over the cloak, eyebrows raising in surprise. "Hmm... very fine quality indeed. This is no ordinary beast." He looked at me with renewed interest.
"It must be from one of those dangerous animals that live high up on Hell Snowy Mountain. I encountered one once, years ago, when I got lost during a bad storm. Massive, white-furred demons with claws like spears. Very rare. Very deadly."
I nodded calmly, keeping my expression neutral. "Yes... something like that. My father was a strong hunter. He paid for this cloak with his blood."