Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 318: Spurting Inside Nathalie’s Womb

Nathalie gave a small nod, her breathing coming in ragged, heavy gasps as she continued to stroke my cock against her skin. Her slick juices coated my entire length, creating an obscene, wet sound that echoed through the otherwise silent room. "D-Dexter," she whispered with a trembling voice, "does this make it feel better?"

A deep groan escaped my throat, my frame shaking as if I were on the brink of a climax. "Y-yes, wife," I panted, my voice cracking while my cock twitched uncontrollably within her grasp. "It—it feels incredible. Please, don’t stop."

Anya’s gaze grew dark, her eyes fixed intently on my cock as it slid back and forth across Nathalie’s folds. Her own breathing began to accelerate, her grip tightening so hard on the clipboard that the plastic began to creak.

The air in the room was thick and charged, filled with the sounds of our heavy panting, the squelch of my cock against Nathalie’s wetness, and my low, desperate moans—every sound sending a new pulse of heat through the atmosphere.

Nathalie’s breath hitched, her fingers squeezing my cock as she continued the friction against her entrance. "D-Doctor," she murmured, her voice shaking, "it’s working. He’s—he’s getting very close."

Anya’s response was barely audible, her eyes never leaving the scene. "Good," she whispered, her voice thick with an emotion far more scandalous than medical concern. "Continue, Mrs. Nathalie. He needs this release."

Nathalie nodded once more, her breath coming in short, uneven spurts as she rubbed me against her. Her own fluids dripped onto my shaft, making the sensation almost too much to handle. "D-Dexter," she whispered, her voice quivering, "you’re so hard. It’s—it’s actually working."

Another groan was forced out of me, my body vibrating as if I were about to explode. "Aaaah—wife, I—I’m going to—" My voice dissolved into a pathetic whimper, my cock pulsing rhythmically in Nathalie’s hand.

Anya was breathing in sharp, shallow gasps now, her eyes glued to the sight as her professional mask crumbled under the weight of her own desire. "Mrs. Nathalie," she breathed, her voice heavy and strained, "don’t stop now. He is right on the edge."

My fingers sank into Nathalie’s waist, my grip bruising as the pleasure reached an unbearable peak. The warmth of her skin, the slickness of her folds, and the way she gasped every time my cock brushed her—it was overwhelming.

"W-wife..." I groaned, my voice a mixture of need and desperation. But as I pulled her body closer, the head of my cock accidentally breached her, sliding inside her with a wet, lewd sound.

Nathalie’s entire body jerked, her breath catching as she let out a startled, breathless cry. "Aaaaaaaah—it’s inside—!" Her nails bit into my shoulders, digging deep into my flesh as her voice wavered between shock and intense pleasure.

"N-no—it’s too deep—! Aaaaaah—husband, it’s touching my womb—!" Her words trailed off into a high-pitched whine, her body arching as her internal walls clamped down on me. Her voice was a frantic blend of ecstasy and panic. "I-it’s so massive—! It’s stretching me open—! Aaaah—don’t stop—! Don’t you dare stop—!"

Anya’s eyes went wide with shock, her lips parting as if she meant to intervene, though no words formed. Her breath hitched in her throat, her fingers clenching the clipboard so tightly that her knuckles turned bone-white.

"Mr. Dexter—! You can’t just—!" she began, but her voice died away as she watched my cock sink further into Nathalie. Her own body betrayed her as a deep flush climbed up her neck.

I could no longer restrain myself. With a primal, guttural roar, I thrust my hips forward, burying my cock entirely inside Nathalie until I filled her to the brim.

"M-my womb—! Aaaaaaaaaaaah—no—!" Nathalie shrieked, her body convulsing as her muscles tightened around me, her voice a chaotic mix of shock and bliss.

"It’s too much—! I can feel all of you—! Aaaah—husband, you’re filling me up—!" Her nails carved red marks into my skin as her body shook under the force of my heavy thrust.

The feeling of her tight, searing heat was my undoing. My cock throbbed violently, and with one last, desperate groan, I erupted deep within her. "Aaaaaah—Nathalie—!" I growled, my voice raw as thick, scorching jets of cum filled her, my release flooding her womb.

Nathalie’s body spasmed with every pulse, her walls milking me as she let out a strangled scream. "Aaaaaah—! It’s so hot! I can feel it hitting me—! Aaaah—husband, you’re filling me to the top—!" Her voice broke into breathless moans, her frame trembling as my seed spilled deep inside her.

Anya was panting heavily, her eyes wide as she witnessed the climax. Her own body was shaking with a combination of disbelief and a shameful surge of arousal. "W-what did you just—?!" she stammered, her voice unstable. Her eyes remained locked on the sight of my cock buried deep in Nathalie, whose thighs were glistening with our mingled fluids.

Nathalie’s body suffered another convulsion, her walls squeezing me tight as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her.

"Aaaaaah—! It’s too much—! I’m cumming—!" she wailed, her voice cracking as her body shuddered. Her juices gushed out around my cock, soaking the examination table beneath her. "Husband—! Aaaah—! I can’t stop it—!"

Nathalie continued to convulse beneath me, her internal muscles gripping the head of my cock like a vice, as if her very womb refused to let go of me.

"Aaaaaah—! It’s too much—! I’m cumming—!" she sobbed, her voice fracturing into desperate, breathless cries. Her nails tore at the paper covering the table, her back arching high as another wave of ecstasy hit her.

"Husband—! Aaaah—! I can’t stop—!" Her thighs shook uncontrollably, her fluids pulsing out around my shaft in hot, wet waves that drenched the table. The sound was filthy, and the scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air, mixing with the musk of my own release that was still leaking from her.

I could feel her womb fluttering against me, her body trying to drain every last drop from my cock. I realized this was the perfect moment to push Anya over the edge. With a theatrical gasp, I let my limbs go limp, keeping my cock buried deep inside Nathalie as I feigned a loss of control.

"N-Nathalie—!" I groaned, my voice shaking with faked terror.

"S-something’s wrong—! It won’t stop—!" My hips gave involuntary jerks, my cock twitching inside her as if I were being shocked by electricity.

"I-it’s pulling me in—! I can’t move—!" My voice rose into a panicked whimper, my fingers clawing at the table as if I were truly trapped.

Nathalie’s eyes snapped open, her breath catching as she caught on to my act. "D-Doctor—!" she cried out, her voice a mix of genuine fear and shameful thrill.

"H-his cock—it’s stuck—! It won’t come out—!" She squirmed underneath me, her body still vibrating from her orgasm, her fluids running down her legs.

Anya’s face drained of color, her eyes wide as she rushed closer, her professional demeanor completely shattered. "W-what—?!" she stammered, her voice shrill with shock.