Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 237: Public Restroom 2

I didn’t move back. Instead, I stepped even closer, my body pressing against hers, trapping her between me and the door. The heat radiating off her was intoxicating, the way her chest rose and fell with each panicked breath, the way her thighs pressed together as if she could physically hold back the urge to pee.

"But you have to, don’t you?" I murmured, my voice a low, taunting purr in her ear. "You’re about to burst, Mother-in-Law. I can see it." My hand slid down her side, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip before slipping between her thighs. "I can feel how bad you need to go."

Jennifer let out a sharp, frustrated gasp, her body jerking as my fingers pressed against the damp fabric of her panties. "Stop it," she snapped, her voice trembling, her hands pushing against my chest. But there was no real force behind it—just desperation, the kind that made her thighs clench tighter together. "Mike, please—"

"Please, what?" I whispered, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck, my breath hot against her ear.

"You want me to let you go? To walk out there and leave you to squirm all by yourself?" My fingers pressed harder against her, the fabric of her panties already damp with more than just arousal. "Or do you want me to stay right here, to watch you finally let go?"

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she fought to hold it back. "I—I can’t," she stammered, her voice cracking, her fingers clawing at the door behind her. "Not with you watching—"

"But that’s the fun of it, isn’t it?" I murmured, my free hand sliding up to cup her breast, my thumb brushing over her hardened nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. "Knowing someone could walk in at any second. Knowing I’m right here, forcing you to let go in front of me."

My lips curled into a dark smirk as I felt her body betray her, her muscles tensing as she fought the inevitable. "You’re dripping, Mother-In-Law. I can smell how bad you need to go."

A whimper escaped her lips, her body shuddering as she squeezed her thighs together even tighter. "You’re a monster," she gasped, her voice barely more than a breathless whisper, her eyes darting toward the gap beneath the cubicle door as if expecting the women outside to somehow hear her struggle.

"And you love it," I growled, my hand sliding down to press against the front of her panties again, my fingers tracing the outline of her pussy, the fabric soaked with the proof of her desperation. "Now be a good girl and let me take a look at your pissing pussy. Or do I need to make you?"

Jennifer’s breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, her body trembling as she fought to keep control. "I—I can’t," she repeated, her voice breaking, her fingers digging into my shoulders as if she could push me away. But she didn’t. She just stood there, her body betraying her, her thighs quivering as the pressure built inside her.

"Yes, you can," I whispered, my voice dark and commanding, my fingers pressing harder against her, my touch unyielding. "And you will. Right now, Mother-in-law. Pee for me."

Jennifer’s body tensed, her thighs trembling as she fought to hold back, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. Just as the pressure inside her reached its peak, a sudden sound cut through the tension—the unmistakable tinkle of urine hitting water.

My eyes flicked down, expecting to see the evidence of her surrender, but Jennifer’s fingers dug into my arm, her nails biting into my skin as she hissed, "It’s not me!"

I froze, listening. The sound was coming from the next cubicle over—the steady, rhythmic patter of someone else relieving themselves.

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her body sagging in relief as she realized she’d been spared—at least for now. But the tension between us didn’t ease. If anything, it only grew thicker, more electric.

"Lucky you," I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear, my voice a low, dangerous purr. "But we’re not done here." My hand slid up her thigh, my fingers tracing the damp fabric of her panties, the heat of her body radiating through the thin material. "You still need to go, don’t you?"

Jennifer’s cheeks burned crimson, her voice a desperate whisper. "Mike, please—"

"Shhh," I cut her off, my fingers pressing against her again, my touch firm and possessive. "You’re going to do it. Right here. Right now."

My other hand slid up to her mouth, my fingers pressing against her lips to silence her protests. "And you’re going to do it quietly," I whispered, my voice dark with command. "Or do you want those women out there to hear you?"

Jennifer’s eyes widened in panic, her body trembling as the sound from the next cubicle finally stopped, the flush of the toilet echoing through the restroom. The woman’s footsteps retreated, the door of her cubicle creaking open before the sound of the sink running filled the air. Jennifer’s breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, her body tensing as she fought to keep control.

"They’re still out there," I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear, my voice a taunting whisper. "And they’re not leaving yet." My fingers pressed harder against her, my touch unyielding. "So, unless you want them to know exactly what we’re doing in here, you’d better hurry up."

Jennifer’s body shuddered, her thighs pressing together as she fought the inevitable. "I—I can’t—" she gasped, her voice breaking, her fingers clawing at my suit jacket.

"Yes, you can," I growled, my voice leaving no room for argument, my fingers still pressed against the damp heat of her panties. "And you will." My touch was possessive, teasing, my thumb brushing against her clit just enough to make her breath hitch. "Now, Mother-in-law. Pee for me."

Jennifer’s face burned with a mix of embarrassment, anger, and something darker—something that made her lips part as she glared at me.

For a second, I thought she might refuse, might push me away, and storm out of the cubicle. But then, with a shuddering breath, she made her decision.

Her fingers trembled as she lifted the hem of her skirt, the fabric pooling around her waist as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

She didn’t look away—no, her eyes stayed locked onto mine, defiant even as she pushed the lacy fabric down to her ankles, stepping out of them with deliberate slowness. The air in the cubicle grew thicker, charged with the kind of tension that made my cock throb.

Then, without a word, she spread her legs.

Her pussy was right there, glistening and exposed, her thighs trembling as she lowered herself onto the toilet seat. The second her ass hit the plastic, the sound came—soft at first, a hesitant drip-drip of relief, then a steady, shameful stream. Jennifer’s breath hitched, her cheeks flaming as she finally let go, her body trembling as she emptied herself in front of me.