Pounding Prehistoric Pu$$y raw in another world-Chapter 1: The Pervert Welheim

Welheim Tonali, a 22-year-old man from a wealthy Italian-British family based in London, comes from old money and new tech fortunes. His father is a renowned venture capitalist with deep ties in European finance, while his mother runs a thriving tech empire.

At 6’4" with a chiseled physique, defined abs, and long, dark hair that falls in waves, Welheim carries himself with an effortless sophistication and magnetic appeal.

Welheim has built quite the reputation as a charismatic womanizer. His string of lovers speaks volumes about his undeniable magnetism. Fresh out of university, his mother brought him into her company as an executive.

He jumped at the chance and quickly settled into the gleaming offices of her high-tech firm in London’s financial district, where his smooth demeanor soon won over her personal assistant.

Before long, he had charmed her into heated rendezvous right there in his private suite. His mother knew what was going on but decided to overlook it—her affection for her only child outweighed everything. And with his father’s extensive network in elite circles, consequences were rarely an issue.

In just half a year, Welheim had shared intimate moments with almost every appealing woman on the staff. His allure and bedroom expertise proved too tempting to resist, and he savored every chance that came his way.

Around the same time, he was introduced to several of his mother’s colleagues and acquaintances—accomplished entrepreneurs and executives, including a number who were married. Welheim’s talents in seduction were limitless; he’d drop by their luxurious apartments or estates, sparking passionate flings that left them yearning for repeat visits.

Welheim’s mastery in bed was the stuff of whispers. He’d perfected techniques that could push any woman to the heights of pleasure with mere caresses. His remarkable size—an thick 8-inch cock—created memories that spoiled his lovers for others, leaving them unable to settle for less. Just imagining his skills was often enough to stir intense longing.

One memorable hookup lingered in his mind. For weeks, he’d been fixated on a married executive partner of his mother’s—a gorgeous woman approaching forty, with voluptuous curves that ignited his desire.

Under the guise of reviewing a potential deal one night, he stopped by her elegant penthouse. The air crackled with unspoken attraction, and soon they were tangled up in her master suite.

Welheim’s fingers mapped her skin with expert precision, drawing sharp breaths from her lips. Every stroke felt like a spark, flooding her with sensation. He mastered the art of building tension—edging her close to release, then easing off until she pleaded for mercy.

When he eventually slid inside her, it was a deep, measured push that pulled a moan of pure bliss from her throat. His rhythm was flawless, each motion targeting her most sensitive spots and stoking her frenzy.

While thrusting steadily, his palms roamed freely, pinching and caressing in fresh, overwhelming ways she’d never known.

She sensed the peak approaching, her frame quivering in eager suspense. Her release hit like a storm, a loud wail escaping as waves of orgasm ripped through her, leaving her shaking.

In the aftermath, she remained sprawled and fulfilled, fully aware she’d never erase the euphoria Welheim had unleashed. She was utterly captivated, hooked on his touch.

Welheim’s hunger for pursuing married women only intensified with every triumph. The excitement of pursuit and the taboo element electrified him. The varied passions and forms of each partner amplified his drive, turning every tryst into something even more addictive. Every conquest added to his legacy of unmatched seduction and virility.

Then came the evening when his father received an invitation to a lavish private gala hosted at a grand estate on the outskirts of London, drawing the region’s top power brokers. Spotting a chance to network his son with influential figures, his father brought him along.

Upon arrival, Welheim mingled among his father’s associates, mostly men in their fifties. In the crowd of seasoned faces, his attention locked onto a striking woman beside one of them.

She wore a daring evening gown that plunged low to highlight her ample cleavage and featured a high slit baring her toned legs. The host introduced her as Sophia, his spouse.

Welheim clasped her hand, holding it longer than necessary while lightly grazing her palm with his fingertips. Sophia answered with a subtle eye-roll and a teasing nip at her lower lip, igniting a surge of raw want in him.

He swallowed hard, his stare devouring her form mentally. As the night wound down, he quietly passed her his contact details, murmuring in a deep tone for her to reach out.

Sophia, 35 and built with curves that demanded notice, understood precisely Welheim’s intentions. With her husband in his fifties and no longer able to keep up with her cravings, she viewed the younger man as the perfect outlet for her pent-up, primal urges.

That same night, Sophia had messaged him her private address, urging him to come over. Welheim showed up at her door, pulse racing with expectation, his arousal already stirring at the promise ahead.

When she answered, Sophia stood there in sheer black fishnet lingerie that hid almost nothing, her gaze burning with the same fierce need.

She yanked him inside, her tone thick with lust. "Oh, look who’s finally here," she teased seductively, trailing her nails down his chest while her eyes scanned him hungrily, pausing at the growing strain in his trousers. "I’ve been aching for this, you bad one. Thought you might leave me hanging."

Welheim’s stare smoldered as he smirked, taking in every exposed inch of her through the netting. "Never in a million years, Sophia," he growled softly, his palm sliding up to cradle her breast, circling her hardening nipple with his thumb until she inhaled sharply. "This has consumed my thoughts all evening—you, this incredible body, all the filthy ways I’m going to ravage it."

He pulled out a stack of condoms—at least a dozen. Sophia’s gaze flared wide with a blend of astonishment and thrill, her breathing quickening as she eyed the pile, then him, her desire mirroring his perfectly.