Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 280: Nathalie’s Shameful Breakdown

A low growl escaped my throat as my cock remained buried deep inside her pulsing cunt. As I began to pull back, her squirt drenched me, but that was only the beginning of the deluge.

"AAAAAAAAH—!! NO—!! IT’S—!! IT’S TOO MUCH—!!" Nathalie’s voice cracked into a sobbing wail. Her pussy completely unleashed, sending a violent torrent of fluid exploding out of her in a relentless stream.

The sheer force was staggering—her release sprayed across the sofa and the floor, even splashing against Angela’s leg with a heavy, wet sound. "Nnngh—!! I—I TOLD YOU TO WAIT—!! HOW CAN I—!! HOW CAN I FACE SOMEONE—!! AAAAAAAH—!!" Her entire frame convulsed. Even as I withdrew, her pussy continued to pulse around empty air, her squirt pooling beneath her until the sofa was utterly saturated.

I groaned again, my cock slick and glistening with her juices, the head still jumping from the power of her climax. "Fuck," I rasped, my voice thick with lust while I looked down at the chaos she had created—the drenched furniture, her shimmering thighs, and her pussy still twitching from the aftershocks.

"You squirting slut." I grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes to meet mine. "You tried to resist it, didn’t you?" A dark smirk played on my lips. "But your body understands who its master is now."

Angela let out a slow, predatory purr as she observed Nathalie’s shaking, weeping form. "She squirts like a fucking fire hydrant when she cums," she sneered. Her voice was laced with venom as she knelt beside Nathalie, her fingers tracing the wet marks left on the sofa.

"And she still tries to pretend she’s not a whore." Leaning in close, she brushed her lips against Nathalie’s ear, her breath mocking and hot. "Pathetic." Suddenly, she pinched Nathalie’s nipple, twisting it just enough to force a sharp gasp of pain. "But so fucking hot."

Nathalie’s sobbing caught in her throat. Her body was still racked by tremors from the orgasm, her pussy clenching at nothing while her thighs remained slick with her own fluids. "I... told you to stop... hmm..." she whimpered with a broken voice, shielding her face with her hands.

"H-How can I... how am I s-supposed to—! Hmmm—!" Her shoulders heaved with intense humiliation. Tears mingled with the mess she had made as her breathing became ragged and uneven.

She wept piteously, curling her body inward as the reality of the situation crushed her. "It’s all your fault... It’s all your fault..." she muttered repeatedly. Her voice cracked as her fingers clawed at her hair as if she wanted to rip it out.

"I didn’t... I didn’t want this... I didn’t ask for this—!" Her breath hitched and her frame shuddered with every sob, her tears falling onto the soaked sofa below.

Angela’s laughter rang out like a dark, triumphant song. "Oh, boo-hoo," she mocked, her voice filled with sadistic pleasure. "Poor Nathalie. Forced to climax so hard she flooded the entire room."

She leaned forward and gripped Nathalie’s chin, forcing her to look her in the eye. "But we both know the truth, don’t we?" Her voice sank to a whisper, her lips curling into a grin. "You loved it. You craved it. And you’ll be begging for more before we’re finished with you."

Nathalie’s breathing was ragged as she tried to pull away, her face flushed with a heavy mix of shame and pleasure. My hold on her remained firm, however, my fingers still buried deep within her while my thumb pressed against her clit to draw out every lingering tremor of her orgasm. "N-No... I didn’t—" she stammered, her eyes darting around to avoid my gaze. "I didn’t want this..."

But her body told a different story.

Her pussy was still gripping my fingers tightly. Her thighs were coated in arousal, and her breath hitched as I began rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her clit. The scent of her—musky, sweet, and filthy—hung in the air, with the evidence of her lust still shining on her skin.

I let out a dark chuckle, my eyes locked onto her flushed cheeks and swollen lips, watching her tears mix with the remains of her ecstasy. "Oh, Nathalie," I murmured in a low purr. My fingers continued to tease her, denying her any escape from the truth. "You did want it. You still do."

"N-No!" she cried out, her voice breaking. Yet her body betrayed her words; her hips began to rock instinctively against my hand as her breath came in desperate gasps. "I didn’t—! I wouldn’t—!"

"Liar," I whispered against her ear, my voice a dark caress. "Your body doesn’t lie, Nathalie. Especially not to me."

I pressed my thumb harder against her clit, my fingers curling inside her to find the exact spot that made her jerk. Pleasure shot through her once more. "You’re soaking for me. You’re still coming on my fingers. You wanted this. You loved it."

"S-Stop—!" she whimpered. Her fingers clutched at my wrist as if to pull me away, but she lacked the strength. Deep down, she knew. "Please..."

"Please, what?" I teased darkly. My fingers kept working her as my lips trailed down her neck, tasting her salty tears and sweet skin. "Please stop? Or please don’t?"

Nathalie’s breath hitched again as another wave of sensation crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around my fingers and her thighs shook violently. "I—I—" she gasped, her nails digging into my skin. "I hate you..."

I chuckled, pressing my lips to her throat. "No, you don’t," I whispered. I slid my fingers out of her, giving her clit one final press that elicited a broken moan. "You just hate how much you want me."

Her body shuddered against mine as she collapsed into my arms, her breathing broken. Tears and sweat mixed on her skin while her fingers gripped me weakly, her frame still vibrating from the aftershocks. "N-No..." she whispered, her denial sounding hollow and weak.

I gave her no time to recover.

With a firm grip, I turned her around so her back was against my chest. I lifted her effortlessly, my arms wrapped around her. My cock, throbbing and hard, rubbed against her clit as I moved us forward, the friction forcing a gasp from her lips.

"D-Don’t..." Nathalie stammered, panic rising in her voice as she saw where I was heading. "Don’t do this, please—I beg you!" Her fingers clawed at my arms and her body tensed as she looked down at her son, Tyler, who lay unconscious on the bed below us.

I ignored her begging.

My hands moved up to seize her tits, rolling her stiff nipples between my fingers as I positioned us over Tyler’s face. Nathalie’s breath hitched and her body trembled as my cock jerked, the tip pressing into her clit to send a fresh jolt of pleasure through her.

"N-No—! Please!" she whimpered. Her voice broke as she stared down at her son, her body betraying her once more as a fresh drop of arousal escaped her pussy, landing directly on Tyler’s unconscious face.