In the early days of humanity, a wanderer stumbled upon a cave, hidden deep in the forest. As he entered, he was met with a sight that took his breath away. A woman, as nature intended, was inside. Her body was adorned with the earth’s colors, and her long hair flowed down her back like a waterfall. But what caught his eye were her huge, round breasts, adorned with small, dark nipples, and the thick, dark patch of hair that covered her pubis.
The wanderer approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving her body. She looked up, her eyes filled with curiosity, and their gazes locked. He took another step forward, and she did not move, allowing him to come closer. When he was within arm’s reach, he extended his hand and gently touched her cheek. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and letting out a soft sigh.
He moved closer, his lips finding hers in a soft, tender kiss. She responded, her arms wrapping around his neck as their tongues danced together. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples, making her moan into his mouth.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. She arched her back, pressing her breast further into his mouth, her moans growing louder. He repeated the process with her other breast, eliciting another moan from her.
He continued to explore her body, his fingers finding her wet, hot center. He circled her clit, making her gasp, before sliding a finger inside her. She was tight, but ready for him. He added another finger, stretching her as he prepared her for what was to come.
She leaned back, her body trembling with anticipation. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and ready. He entered her slowly, allowing her to adjust to his size. Once he was fully inside her, he began to move, thrusting in and out of her. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Their moans filled the cave, echoing off the walls as they reached their peak. He thrust deeper, harder, as she called out his name. With one final thrust, they both reached their climax, their bodies shuddering with pleasure.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, their bodies entwined. The wanderer looked at the cavewoman, her body still flushed with pleasure. He knew that he had found something special, something that he would never forget.
As they lay there, the wanderer couldn’t help but think that this was the start of something new, something exciting. He knew that he would never forget the cavewoman and her huge, round breasts, her dark patch of pubic hair, and the way she made him feel. He knew that he would always come back to her, to the cave, to the start of humanity. And he knew that he would always remember the cavewoman and the wanderer, and the way they came together in the most primal of ways.
