Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 279: Nathalie’s Tight Squirting Pussy

Nathalie’s features contorted in sharp agony, her breath hitching as if she had been struck in the stomach. She offered no rebuttal; she simply couldn't. Angela’s words were undeniably accurate, and the harsh reality stung far more than any petty insult.

I hovered over her, my voice a deep, velvety snarl. My fingers traced the line of her hip with a possessive, lingering touch. "If I were Walter..." I whispered, my hot breath ghosting against her ear, my words coiling around her like a dark promise.

"I would have taken you every single night." My palm slid upward, cupping her breast as my thumb teased her nipple, feeling it go rigid under my influence. "I would have fucked you until your legs gave out. Until you were crying out for me to stop."

My lips brushed against the curve of her ear, my tone dropping to a low murmur that sent a violent shiver down her spine. "I would have worshipped this body and ensured you were satisfied every goddamn night." My grip tightened slightly, my voice growing darker. "What a waste, Nathalie. You're just a poor, neglected woman..."

For a fleeting second, Nathalie’s face softened. Her eyes flickered with a raw, desperate emotion—something akin to gratitude, as if she were a starving beggar and I had just presented her with a royal feast.

However, the gravity of her situation soon came crashing back down like a heavy weight. This wasn't affection. She was being exploited, forced, and dismantled. A wave of shame washed over her, submerging her in deep humiliation.

Angela’s laughter rang out like a dark, triumphant song. Her fingers suddenly darted between Nathalie’s thighs, pressing firmly against her sensitive pussy. "Oh, just look at her," she purred, her voice thick with sadistic pleasure.

Angela’s fingers continued to trace slow, maddening circles around Nathalie’s clit with a cruel, possessive touch. "You liked that, didn't you, Nathalie?" she mocked, her voice laced with venom as Nathalie’s frame jerked beneath her hand.

"A tiny bit of pity from the devil himself, and you’re already melting." Her lips brushed against Nathalie’s ear, her breath hot and full of scorn. "You’re pathetic. Nothing but a used-up old whore who’ll open her legs for anyone who shows her a shred of attention."

Nathalie’s breathing became erratic, her body trembling as Angela’s fingers applied more pressure to her clit, sending waves of pleasure-pain through her. "N-No... I-I’m not—" she tried to protest, but her body betrayed her. Her hips twitched and her pussy throbbed with undeniable need.

"Don’t you worry, Nathalie," Angela whispered, her words cutting through the last of Nathalie’s dignity. "We’re going to use you plenty." Her laughter served as a cold, ruthless promise. "Until you’re begging for more."

Before Nathalie could even process the threat, I seized her thighs and forced them apart with a rough, unyielding grip. My cock, still slick with her saliva, rubbed against the damp lace of her panties. The friction caused her to gasp sharply.

"Hmm—" I hummed, my voice heavy with lust as I slapped my cock against her pussy, the wet impact echoing through the room. "Wait... I-I’m... so sensitive... please—" Nathalie whimpered, her spine arching as every slap forced broken, lewd moans from her. "Aaaaaah... Aaaah—!"

My cock throbbed against the soaked lace, the fabric clinging to her swollen lips like a second skin. I didn't bother moving the panties; I used them to my advantage.

With a slow, deliberate roll of my pelvis, I forced the head of my cock through the damp lace. The fabric stretched obscenely around my girth as I pressed deep into her.

"Nnngh—! Oh—! N-No, don’t—! Aaaaaah—!" Nathalie’s voice cracked. Her back arched off the sofa as the lace bit into her folds, the friction making her whimper in distress.

"Fuck," I groaned, my voice raspy with desire as I felt her pussy squeeze me through the thin fabric. "Look at this—your panties are gripping my cock like they don't want to let go." My hips rolled forward once more, stretching the lace even tighter as the wet sounds of her arousal filled the air.

"Aaaah—! It’s—! It’s too much—! Ahhh—!" Nathalie’s nails clawed at my shoulders, digging in as she tried to shove me away, yet her body only arched closer to me. Her pussy was already dripping, the lace completely saturated with her juices.

Angela’s laughter remained a dark, triumphant melody. "Oh, look at her," she purred, her fingers tracing the outline of her panties where they stretched over my cock.

"She’s taking it with her panties still on, like the filthy slut she is." Her voice dropped to a low whisper against Nathalie’s ear. "You love this, don’t you? Being used like this? Being fucked right through your panties like a desperate whore?"

"N-No—! I-I don’t—! Aaaah—!" Nathalie’s denials were weak. Her body shook as I thrust deeper, the lace rubbing her clit with every motion.

"P-Please—! It’s—! It’s too—! Ahhh—!" Her voice broke into a desperate, quivering moan. Her thighs shook as her pussy clenched around me, the panties failing to muffle the wet, obscene noises of her arousal.

I growled, my fingers digging into her hips as I pulled back slightly, the lace clinging to my cock before I drove forward again. "You enjoy this, Nathalie," I murmured, my voice a dark promise.

"You love being fucked through your panties like the dirty girl you are." My hips rolled again, stretching the fabric to its limit as the wet spot darkened further. "Aaaah—! N-No—! Ahhh—!" Her moans were shattered, her body arching and her fingers clawing at the sofa cushions beneath her.

Angela’s laughter was cold and cruel. "She’s dripping, Dexter," she taunted. Her fingers pressed against Nathalie’s clit through the lace, making her jerk and gasp. "Her panties are ruined. Her pussy is begging for more." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her lips brushing Nathalie’s ear.

"And she knows it." Her fingers circled the clit with deliberate cruelty. "Don’t you, Nathalie? You want this. You need this." Her voice was like a blade. "You belong to us now. And we’re going to use you until you beg for more."

I pulled my cock back with a wet schlick, the lace of her panties clinging to me like a second skin, glistening with her fluids. My fingers gripped the damp fabric and dragged my cock upward, pressing it between the lace and her thick, dark pubic curls.

The friction made her gasp, her back arching as I rubbed the underside of my cock against her clit, the coarse hairs catching against the sensitive head. "N-Nnngh—! D-Don’t—! P-Please—!" Nathalie’s voice was a broken whimper, her thighs trembling as her body betrayed her once more.

The moment Nathalie whimpered "I—I’m gonna c-cum—!" in that trembling, desperate tone, something primal inside me finally snapped.

My vision blurred with pure lust, my cock throbbing so intensely it actually ached. I didn't just want to fuck her; I needed to ruin her. I wanted to break her so completely that she would never forget who owned this tight, dripping cunt.

With a guttural growl, I ripped her panties aside in one brutal motion, the lace tearing under my fingers. Then—I slammed my cock inside her to the very hilt in one savage thrust.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH—!!"

Nathalie’s scream was raw and animalistic. Her back snapped off the sofa as if she’d been electrocuted. Her pussy clamped around me like a vice, her inner walls convulsing so violently that I could feel every ridge of her G-spot dragging against my cock. "F-FUCK—!! I’M CUMMING—!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH—!!" Her voice cracked and her nails raked down my arms as her body locked up, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

And then—I pulled back just in time—SPLAT!

SPLASH.

A scorching jet of her squirt erupted from her pussy like a geyser, spraying straight up between us before drenching my stomach in a thick, sticky wave. "Nnngh—!! FUCK—!!"

The pressure was staggering—her cunt pulsed around my cock as if it were trying to milk the cum out of me, her juices gushing in hot, rhythmic spurts.

The second jet hit my chest with a wet slap, while the third splattered across my thighs. Her fluids soaked into my skin, and the scent of her—musky, sweet, and intoxicating—filled the entire room.