Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 368: Nathalie Screams "Destroy My Dirty Asshole"

Emerging from the shower, my skin burned with lingering heat, droplets tracing the sculpted contours of my chest until I rubbed the towel over them. With my hair pushed back, dark and shiny, I slipped into the black shirt—the moist material sticking right away to my pecs and shoulders like fresh varnish, each button straining against the firm muscles.

The penthouse exuded a subtle threat of silence: the faint hum of the city filtering through reinforced windows, traces of oud and crisp linens lingering in the atmosphere.

Nathalie posed by the windows, her form in black and cream outlined by the fading orange glow of the day.

The charcoal blazer cinched her narrow waist, while the cream silk blouse strained tightly over the full curves of her breasts—her nipples pressing through sharply like pointed claims.

The tight skirt hugged her hips and the rounded, lifted shape of her rear like a second skin, stopping short to reveal the tense curve of her calves in those red-bottomed Louboutins. She held a tablet in one perfectly groomed hand. She embodied flawless authority.

That changed as I approached.

From behind, I encircled her—one hand spreading firmly over the smooth surface of her belly, the other rising to grip her neck with precise force that made her heartbeat surge beneath my thumb. She drew in a quick, surprised gasp, then leaned back into me, her soft rear pressing intentionally against the growing bulge pressing at my zipper.

My lips touched the delicate curve of her ear.

"Doctor Anya’s waiting downstairs," I whispered, my mouth grazing her skin. "But first I’m going to wreck this perfect little asshole and pump it so full of cum you’ll feel it shift inside you with every step in those heels."

Her entire frame shuddered at the words—a fierce, uncontrollable twitch. Her breathing broke apart.

No chance for objection.

I turned her around, pinned her back to the chill glass, and sank to my knees smoothly. My hands hiked the skirt up to her waist; the black lace thong was already soaked and darkened between her legs. Two fingers caught the material, pulled it to the side. Her pussy shone wetly, puffy folds separated; the snug pink pucker of her asshole quivered from the abrupt reveal.

"Spread."

One red sole shifted farther on the marble floor.

I began at her clit—swollen and boldly exposed. Broad, intentional strokes of my flat tongue, then my lips locked around it, drawing with force that hollowed my cheeks. Her hips bucked ahead.

"Fuck—Dex—oh god—"

I vibrated a sound of encouragement, the hum sending shivers up her legs. Two fingers drove into her soaked core, hooked, rubbed that textured inner spot while my thumb pressed firm loops on her clit. She coated my wrist slickly in moments.

Her words grew lewd and desperate.

"Yes—right there—suck it harder—fuck—please—"

I delivered it—fierce pulls, quick tongue lashes—until her legs wobbled on the edge. Then I released with a slick sound, exhaled a chilly breath over her drenched folds. She let out a keen, fractured whimper.

Rising up, I twisted her once more. Hands planted against the glass, rear thrust out. The thong yanked down to her ankles, caught on one heel.

Now, her breasts.

Two buttons ripped apart. Bra pushed aside. Full mounds tumbled out—pinkened, nipples hardened to dark peaks. I seized them together, kneading, squeezing, then yanking firmly to draw a sharp yelp from her.

"Harder—fuck—twist them—"

I wrenched them. Squeezed until she inhaled sharply, then eased the ache with damp, pulling kisses along her shoulder—one nipple taken deep as harsh digits teased the other.

Her cries broke into choked sobs.

"Bite—please—bite them—"

Teeth scraped. Nipped. Drew in. My hand returned below—three fingers pounding her pussy now, thumb circling her clit in messy, wet rotations.

Then upward.

I raised her arm, pressed my face into the warm, lightly salted dip of her underarm—fresh perspiration mixed with faint cologne. A deliberate, vulgar swipe of tongue from elbow to sensitive flesh. She trembled violently, making the glass vibrate.

"Dex—oh my god—that’s so fucking dirty—don’t stop—"

I feasted there—lapping, drawing, teeth grazing—while my fingers stayed on her clit, driving her with speed and intensity. Her sounds became primal and hoarse.

I lowered again.

Parted her cheeks with both palms.

Her opening blinked at me—rosy, trembling.

A lengthy, languid tongue trail from the sensitive strip to her spine's base. She let out a piercing cry.

"Fuuuck—eat my ass—deeper—please—"

Tongue tip prodded. Swirled. Forced beyond the resistant band—first shallow, then further, thrusting wetly inside as fingers raced over her clit. Her form quaked; her groans echoed loud enough for the skyline.

I withdrew just to spit right on her entrance—saw it shimmer—then plunged back, tongue piercing, mouth clamped, pulling at the rim while I traced urgent loops on her clit.

She broke apart.

Rear pulsing on my tongue, pussy flooding, yelling my name until the panes buzzed.

"Dexter—fuck—I’m coming—I’m coming—"

I kept her from settling completely—her frame still jerking, fluids trailing her thighs.

Standing, I undid my zipper with unsteady fingers, released my cock—rigid and massive, stretching eight inches with a thickness matching her wrist, veins coiling like knotted cords on the reddened shaft, throbbing with each pulse; the wide cap bloated to a shiny violet, the opening leaking heavy, clear precum in hanging threads that broke as I pumped once, twice, slicking the full length with saliva and her juices from my hand.

I aligned the plump, dripping tip to her quivering asshole—the snug pink circle fluttering, wet from my mouth and her release, already seeking the head.

"Breathe, baby," I rasped, tone rough. "Every fucking inch. Feel how thick this cock is? It’s gonna split your tight little hole wide open—and you’re keeping every drop of my cum inside until Doctor Anya watches it pour out of your ruined asshole."

She bobbed her head wildly, legs shaking, voice hoarse already. "Yes—please—stretch me with that monster cock—wreck my dirty asshole—"

I advanced—gradual, unrelenting. Her resistant band fought the wide tip initially, the rosy skin pulling taut and paling before surrendering with a wet, clear snap. The crown entered her, slipping past the grip; her asshole squeezed fiercely around the thick base like a silken clamp.

Nathalie’s head jerked back, lips parting in a drawn-out, throaty groan that deepened into a raw shout.

"Ohhhhhhh fuuuuck—yessss—it’s so fucking big—stretching my asshole so wide—nnnngh—ahhh—your cockhead just popped inside me—feels so thick—burning me open—more—give me more—"

I drove further, inch after pulsing inch, sensing her warm, smooth depths clench and ripple along each prominent vein, every contour scraping her inner barrier. When my pelvis met her soft rear fully, balls snug against her leaking, pulsing pussy, she released a shattered, quivering howl.

"Ahhh—ahhh—oh my god—Dex—your whole cock is buried in my ass—fuck—it’s so deep—stretching me to the limit—my hole feels so full—nnngh—fuck me—please fuck my ass hard—"

I began gently—extended, purposeful pulls that withdrew nearly completely, her asshole trailing lewdly on my shaft, the band holding and slightly open each withdrawal before I plunged deep again. Every push forced a fresh cry from her.