Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 278: Nathalie’s Sensitive Pussy

Her fingers moved downward, tracing the line of Nathalie’s neck while feeling the bulge of my cock beneath her skin. "Guh—! Nnngh—! S-Stop—!" Nathalie’s cries were muffled and distorted around my shaft, her entire frame quivering as she struggled for air.

With a harsh laugh, Angela finally let go of Nathalie’s head. Reeling back, the woman’s lips parted as she inhaled sharply. "G-Gah—! Hah—! C-Can’t—breathe—!" A violent coughing fit seized her, her chest pumping as a mixture of saliva and pre-cum leaked from her puffy lips. Her eyes were wide and her face was crimson; she wasn't just shaking from the lack of oxygen, but from the throbbing ache centered in her clit.

"Pathetic," Angela mocked. Her voice was a low, predatory purr as she moved in closer, dragging a finger over the red mark on Nathalie’s cheek before moving down to squeeze her nipples hard.

"Hah—! Nn—!" Nathalie let out a soft whimper, her body instinctively arching into the sensation despite her resistance. Her pussy squeezed empty air while her thighs clamped together. "N-No..." she whispered, a blatant lie betrayed by the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

I let out a smirk, my cock glistening with her spit and twitching at the tip as I watched her fail to regain her composure. "Liar," I muttered, my hand once again tangling in her hair to pull her back toward me.

"You adore this. You’re starving for it." My tone shifted to a menacing whisper. "Get back on your knees, Nathalie. And this time, you don’t stop until I give you permission."

"N-No—! P-Please—!" Her resistance was feeble, her body already gravitating back to me. She took a ragged breath, her lips parting. "Hah—! I-I can’t—!" she cried softly, yet her hands were already reaching out, fingers curling around the base of my cock as she prepared to take me back into her mouth.

Nathalie’s protests were cut short when I suddenly backed away, my cock slick with her saliva. Before she could process the movement, I stood up and grabbed her by the arms, hauling her onto the sofa in one swift motion.

She landed on her back with a gasp, her legs falling open to reveal wide, shocked eyes. The damp lace of her underwear was perfectly visible, the dark stain of her arousal impossible to ignore.

The moment she hit the cushions, her legs splayed as if offering herself, the wet fabric of her panties clinging to the swollen lips of her pussy like a second skin. I didn't hesitate for a second.

I leaned over her, my face hovering inches from her crotch, my hot breath hitting the damp spot on the lace. "Mmmff..." I groaned, pressing my nose into the soaked material and inhaling her scent like a predator. The musk of her cunt hit me with full force—thick, potent, and ripe. It made my cock jerk with a painful throb.

"N-No—! D-Don’t—!" Nathalie whimpered. Her hands moved to cover herself, but I intercepted her wrists, pinning them above her head while keeping my face buried against her heat.

She squirmed beneath me, her thighs shaking as I exhaled against her, the warmth drawing out a fresh whimper. "S-Stop! P-Please—!" Her voice was high with embarrassment, but her body told a different story—her hips were twitching and her pussy was clenching as if begging for more.

Angela’s sharp, mocking laughter rang out. "Oh, fuck, look at her!" she cackled, moving closer to trace the edge of Nathalie’s panties. "She’s already leaking, Dexter. Can you smell that desperation?" Her voice turned into a dark purr. "I bet if you moved that lace aside, she'd be gushing."

I remained silent, too focused on breathing in Nathalie’s scent. I pressed my nose so firmly against her underwear that the lace was forced against her skin.

A heavy, glistening bead of her juices soaked through the cloth, trickling down her thigh. "Fuck..." I growled, my tongue darting out to lick the droplet before it could escape. The flavor exploded across my palate—salty, sweet, and completely addictive. "You taste like sin, Nathalie."

"Ah—! N-No—! D-Don’t lick—! Nnngh—!" Nathalie’s back surged off the sofa as my tongue swiped up the center of her panties. The lace became saturated with her fluids and my own saliva, threads of spit clinging to the fabric.

I lapped at her again, pressing my tongue hard against her clit through the wet lace. The slurping sounds were obscene in the quiet room. "A-Ah! S-Stop—! It’s—! It’s too—! Aaaah—!" Her voice broke, her hips thrusting up against my face uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Nathalie’s body went rigid, her spine arching as if an electric current had hit her. "A-Ah! N-Nnngh—! Oh—! Oh God—!" Her voice shattered into a trembling, desperate wail. Her thighs locked around my head, her pussy grinding against my tongue in frantic, needy pulses.

"I-I c-can’t—! It’s—! It’s too m-much—! Ahhhh—!" Her fingers dug into my hair, nails scratching at my scalp as her frame convulsed. Her breathing came in ragged, broken sobs. "Nnngh—! F-Fuck—! P-Please—! I’m c-coming—! Ahhhhh—!"

Her back bowed, her breasts heaving as the orgasm tore through her. Her pussy squeezed against nothing but the air and the memory of my tongue. "Nnngh—! Ah—! Ah—! F-Fuck—! F-Fuck—! F-FUCK—!" Her hips bucked violently, her thighs quaking as waves of pleasure washed over her repeatedly.

She bit her lip until a small bead of blood appeared, her body shuddering through a deep, heavy climax. It wasn't a squirt, but a profound release that left her gasping for breath as if she had just finished a long race.

Angela’s cruel, mocking laughter cut through the silence. "How long has it been, Nathalie?" she taunted. She suddenly grabbed Nathalie’s nipples, twisting and pinching until the woman let out a sharp cry of pain.

"Hmm? How long since some man actually fucked you?" Her voice was venomous, her grip tightening to force a whimper out of Nathalie. "Answer me, you useless old slut. Or do I have to claw the truth out of you?"

Nathalie’s breathing was shallow and uneven, her body still reeling from the orgasm while her face burned with shame. "I-It’s—! It’s b-been—! T-Ten years—!" she choked out, her voice cracking as her fingers clawed at the sofa, looking like she wanted to disappear into the floor.

Angela let out a cold, amused cackle that echoed harshly. "Heh. Heh. Ten years?" She shook her head, her lips curling into a nasty smirk.

"No wonder you’re so desperate for it, Nathalie. I suppose Walter got bored of a dried-up hag and went looking for something tighter, didn't he?" She let go of the nipples only to slide her hand down, tracing the shape of Nathalie's pussy with deliberate malice. "I bet he didn't even glance at you once those young girls started opening their legs for him, did he?"