Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 277: Nathalie’s Seduction 2

Nathalie’s frame swayed with a frantic, rhythmic desperation. Her pussy ground against my cock through the thin lace of her panties, the fabric already drenched with her arousal. Ragged, shameful gasps escaped her as she shoved my face deeper between her heavy tits, smothering me with soft flesh while her nipples grazed my lips with every frantic movement.

"Mmm... feel how hard you make me..." she murmured, her voice quivering with a blend of humiliation and desire. Her hips rolled in slow, calculated circles, causing my cock to throb painfully against the constraint of my pants.

Angela’s sharp, mocking laughter sliced through the air. Her fingers traced the damp lace of Nathalie’s underwear before she suddenly seized the waistband and yanked it aside.

"Oh, look at her," Angela taunted, her tone saturated with sadistic joy as she revealed Nathalie’s thick, dark pubic curls and the glistening pink folds beneath, which were already swollen and leaking.

"She isn't just doing it—she’s loving it. Look at her, Dexter. She’s fucking your cock with her pussy like a slut who can’t get enough." Her fingers slid between Nathalie’s thighs, grinding against her clit, causing her to jerk and moan. "And those tits—so full, so heavy. I bet they jiggle beautifully when you fuck her from behind."

Nathalie’s face burned with intense shame, yet she didn’t cease her movements. She couldn’t. Her hips rolled faster, her breath hitching as Angela’s fingers tormented her, her body betraying her with every desperate grind. "Shut up..." she whimpered, but the protest lacked any real conviction as her body arched into the touch, her pussy becoming wetter with every passing second.

With a sudden, daring motion, Nathalie dropped to her knees before me, her fingers fumbling blindly with the button of my pants. "You want it?" she breathed, her voice raw with a mix of embarrassment and need.

The zipper of my pants tore open with a sharp snik, the sound echoing through the heavy, charged silence of the room. Nathalie’s fingers shook as she pulled my pants down, her breath catching in her throat—

And then it happened.

My cock sprang free with a violent slap, the heavy, veiny cock smacking against Nathalie’s cheek with a wet, obscene thwack. A bright red mark bloomed instantly on her skin, the imprint of my cockhead branding her like a claim.

Nathalie let out a shocked, breathless gasp, her body jerking back as if she’d been struck. Her hand flew up to cover the stinging mark. "Ah!—" Her fingers trembled against her flushed skin, her eyes wide with a mix of pain and dark, unwilling fascination.

"Fuck—!" she breathed, her voice raw, her gaze locked onto the thick, throbbing length of me. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, a pearly bead rolling down the swollen head while the veins pulsed with every heartbeat.

"It’s so—" Her fingers hovered in the air, hesitant, before finally wrapping around the base, her thumb brushing over the slick crown.

"So big..." Her voice was a mere whisper, thick with shame and something darker—something that made her thighs press together, her panties dampening further.

Angela’s laughter sliced through the air, sharp and mocking. "Oh, look at you!" she taunted, her voice dripping with sadistic delight as she stepped closer, her fingers tangling in Nathalie’s hair. "Already marked by his cock, and you haven’t even started yet."

She yanked Nathalie’s head back, forcing her to meet her gaze, while her other hand slid down to grip Nathalie’s wrist, pressing her fingers tighter around my cock. "You should be thanking him, Nathalie. Not all women get to feel the weight of a cock like this against their face."

Nathalie’s breath came in ragged, embarrassed gasps. Her fingers tightened around me despite herself, her thumb swirling over the slick tip, spreading the pre-cum in slow, teasing circles.

The red mark on her cheek burned, a constant reminder of how owned she already was. "I—I wasn’t—" she stammered, but her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching with need and her nipples aching against the lace of her bra.

I groaned, my hand fisting in her hair. My grip was tight as I guided her lips toward the head of my cock. "Open that pretty mouth," I commanded, my voice a dark growl, my hips already bucking slightly, eager to feel the wet heat of her throat. "Or do I need to slap you with it again?"

Nathalie’s lips parted on a shuddering breath, her tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum from the tip. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine—wide, humiliated, but hungry. The first inch slid between her lips, stretching them obscenely. Her moan vibrated around my cock as she took more, her throat opening to swallow the thick head.

Angela’s laughter was a cold, triumphant melody. Her fingers remained tangled in Nathalie’s hair as she whispered darkly, "That’s it, whore." Her free hand slid down Nathalie’s back, gripping her ass cheek hard, her fingers slipping between her thighs to press against her dripping pussy.

"Take it all. Show him how good you can be when you’re on your knees." Her fingers pumped inside Nathalie while her thumb pressed against her clit, making her choke around my cock. "You were made for this, Nathalie. For us."

Nathalie’s moans grew louder, muffled around my cock. Her tongue swirled and her lips slid down further, her hand stroking the base in time with the bob of her head.

The red mark on Nathalie’s cheek pulsed in time with her racing heartbeat, a crude brand she couldn’t hide—just like the way her pussy clenched greedily around Angela’s fingers. Her body trembled as she struggled to take more of my cock. Her shame and need had twisted into something dark and delicious, her tears mixing with the spit dripping down her chin as she gagged around my thickness.

Angela’s fingers tightened in Nathalie’s hair, shoving her head forward with a rough jerk. "Take it all, you filthy slut," she hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Mmmph—! Nnngh—!" Nathalie’s muffled protests were cut off as her lips finally sealed around the base of my cock, her throat convulsing around the thick intrusion.

I groaned, my fingers tangling in her hair, holding her in place as my hips twitched upward. "Aaaaaaaa... so fucking good..." My voice was a guttural growl, my cock throbbing as I looked down at her. "Look at me while you suck, Nathalie."

"Mmm—! Gngh—!" Nathalie’s watering eyes flickered up to meet mine, her mascara smudged, her lips stretched obscenely around my cock. The sight of her like this—choking, tears streaming, her throat bulging as she struggled to breathe—made my cock pulse violently inside her.

"Nnngh—! P-Please—!" she whimpered around me, her throat convulsing and her nails digging into my thighs as she tried to pull back, but I held her firm.

"That’s it," I growled, my voice rough with lust. "Take it like the good little whore you are." My hips rolled upward, fucking her throat in shallow, teasing thrusts.

"Guh—! Hah—! C-Can’t—!" Nathalie gagged, her throat making wet, obscene sounds as she struggled to take me, her tears dripping onto my cock.

"Mmm, listen to her," Angela purred, her voice thick with amusement as she watched Nathalie choke. "Such beautiful noises. You sound like the slut you are, Nathalie."