Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 238: Public Restroom 3

Jennifer’s face was a burning shade of crimson, her fingers trembling as she held herself open, the last dribbles of her pee escaping in shameful little spurts. The sight of her—so exposed, so vulnerable—sent a rush of dark, possessive heat through me.

My cock was already hard, straining against my pants, the need to push her further, to claim her in the most degrading way possible, overwhelming every rational thought.

Without warning, I reached for my belt, the metallic clink of the buckle echoing in the confined space. Jennifer’s eyes snapped to me, her breath hitching as I freed my cock, thick and already leaking with arousal. She shook her head violently, her voice a frantic whisper. "Mike—! No, you can’t—!"

But I was already stepping closer, my cock in my hand, the tip pressing against her still-dripping pussy. "Mother-in-law," I murmured, my voice a dark, commanding growl, "I also want to pee."

Before she could protest, I let go.

The first hot stream hit her pussy with a sharp, wet splash, and Jennifer’s entire body jerked. "Nnngh—!" A broken gasp tore from her throat, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound as my pee mixed with hers, the heat of it cascading over her sensitive flesh.

"M-Mike—! D-Don’t—!" Her eyes flew wide, her body trembling as the warm stream continued to pour over her, her thighs twitching helplessly.

"Shhh," I murmured, my voice rough with satisfaction as I watched her react, her pussy glistening under the onslaught, her breath coming in sharp, desperate pants. "Take it, Mother-in-law. All of it."

Jennifer’s fingers pressed harder against her lips, her moans muffled but impossible to hide. "Ah—! It’s—so hot—!" she whimpered, her body betraying her as her hips instinctively tilted forward, as if she couldn’t decide whether to pull away or press closer.

The sound of my pee hitting her filled the cubicle, the wet, shameful noise mixing with her ragged breaths. "This is—nngh—this is wrong!" she gasped, but her voice was thick, her thighs trembling as her own arousal began to mix with the warmth of my stream.

I didn’t stop. I kept my cock aimed right at her, my eyes locked onto hers as I marked her, my pee splashing against her clit, her lips, the inside of her thighs. "But you love it," I growled, my free hand gripping her hip to keep her in place. "You love being my dirty little slut, don’t you?"

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her body shuddering as the last drops trickled out. "I—I hate you," she whispered, but her voice was weak, her eyes glazed with something far darker than anger. Her fingers were still pressed to her mouth, her moans escaping in little, shameful whimpers as she felt the heat of my pee soaking into her skin.

Jennifer’s chest heaved as she leaned against the cold metal wall of the cubicle, her breath still ragged from the humiliation of what I’d just done to her. The last drops of my pee trickled onto her pussy, the warmth mixing with her own arousal, her thighs trembling as she tried to regain her composure. But before she could, the voices of the two women outside sharpened, their suspicion growing.

I finally pulled back, tucking myself away with deliberate slowness, my cock still throbbing, the last drops of pee trickling out. Jennifer’s chest heaved, her hand dropping from her mouth as she stared at me, her expression a chaotic mix of shock, humiliation, and something far more dangerous—lust. Her thighs were still trembling, her pussy glistening with the evidence of what I’d just done to her, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.

Then, suddenly, we both froze.

"No, I definitely heard something," one of them said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It sounded like... moaning?"

"Moaning?" the other woman scoffed, but there was a hint of curiosity in her tone. "In the bathroom? Who the hell would—"

Another knock rattled the cubicle door, sharper this time. "Hey! Are you sure you’re okay in there?" the first woman called out, her voice laced with suspicion. "You don’t sound okay. You sound like you’re—"

Jennifer’s eyes flew wide, her hand flying to her mouth again as if she could somehow stifle the sounds escaping her. But it was too late. My cock was already pressing against her, the head slipping inside her with a slow, deliberate thrust. Jennifer’s breath hitched, a broken moan spilling past her lips despite her best efforts to stay quiet.

"Oh—!Nngh—!" she gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I pushed deeper, her body betraying her with a wet, shameful sound.

The women outside fell silent for a beat. Then, one of them let out a sharp, knowing laugh. "Oh my God," she said, her voice dripping with disbelief. "She’s doing that in the toilet?!"

"No way," the other woman hissed, but her voice was already tinged with amusement. "Who even—?!"

"Hmm—!Ah—!" Jennifer whimpered, her body trembling as I bottomed out inside her, my cock filling her completely. She tried to cover her mouth, but the sounds still escaped, her moans muffled but unmistakable.

The women outside weren’t fooled.

"Oh, we know what’s going on in there," the first woman said, her voice sharp with judgment. "Doing that kind of thing in the toilet—aren’t you ashamed?"

Jennifer’s face burned crimson, her voice a desperate, breathless whisper. "N-No—! It’s not—!Ah!—it’s not what you think—!"

"Oh, please," the second woman scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We’re not stupid. We hear you!"

"I... I’m not—!Nnngh!—I’m not doing anything—!" Jennifer tried again, but her voice cracked as I thrust into her again, my cock hitting that spot inside her that made her body jerk.

"Sure, sure," the first woman drawled, her voice thick with skepticism. "Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart."

"Disgusting," the second woman muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in her tone, like she wasn’t really offended—just entertained by the scandal of it all.

Jennifer’s breath hitched as she heard their footsteps retreating, the sound of the restroom door swinging open and shut signaling their departure. "They—they heard—!" she gasped, her voice a mix of mortification and desperation, her nails digging into my skin.