Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 369: Nathalie Clenches "Don’t Let Your Cum Drip Yet"

"Mmmph—yes—yes—pull out slow—let me feel every vein—then slam it back—ahhh!—fuck—your cock is ruining my tight little asshole—harder—please—wreck it—make it gape for you—"

Her hips were seized in my bruising grip as I ramped up the pace—deeper, fiercer, the slick sounds of flesh colliding echoing through the space, my weighted balls tapping steadily against her puffy clit with each relentless drive. Her cries grew wild and explicit, her tone breaking on each syllable.

"Ohhh fuck—ohhh fuck—yes—pound my ass—pound it harder—your huge cock is destroying me—nnngh—ahhh!—I can feel it in my stomach—stretching my dirty hole so wide—fuck—fuck—don’t stop—use me—use my asshole like a filthy cumdump—"

Those words melted into shattered, lustful wails while I drove in quicker, the pace now savage—extended, profound plunges shifting to brief, ferocious jabs that held me embedded fully, rubbing the broad root over her widened edge.

"Ahh—ahh—ahh—yesyesyes—fuck my ass—fuck it raw—your cock’s so thick—tearing me open—nnngh—oh god—I’m such a slut for it—pound my slutty asshole—make it yours—make it gape—ahhhh!—deeper—deeper—wreck my dirty little hole—"

She began thrusting back at me, her rear bouncing along my shaft, syncing with my drives through eager twists of her pelvis, her pleas climbing into bold, obscene demands.

"Harder—please—fuck me like a whore—ram that fat cock into my ass—stretch me until I can’t walk—nnngh—oh fuck—your balls are slapping my clit—my pussy’s dripping again—ahhh!—I’m gonna squirt again if you keep fucking my ass like this—yes—yes—wreck it—ruin my tight asshole—make it sloppy and gaping for Doctor Anya—fuck—fuck—fill me—please—"

Continuous, beastly sounds poured from her—sharp wails blending with deep, guttural rumbles, each plunge forcing fresh noises from her lips.

"Nnngh—ahhh!—ohhh shiiiit—your cock is throbbing inside me—fuck—I can feel every vein pulsing—stretching my asshole wider—yes—yes—pound it—pound my filthy hole—make me scream—ahhhh!—I’m your dirty anal slut—use me—use my ass—fuck—fuck—harder—don’t stop—never stop—ahhh!—I love it—I love your huge cock destroying my asshole—"

Her frame began to tense once more—her rear passage gripping in waves around my length as if eager to drain me completely, the snug band fluttering madly per deep invasion. Her tone splintered into urgent, tearful begs.

"Oh god—oh god—I’m close again—your cock’s hitting so deep—nnngh—fuck—fuck my ass harder—make me come with your cock buried in my asshole—yes—yes—pound it—wreck it—ruin me—ahhhh!—I’m gonna squirt—gonna squirt all over while you fuck my ass—please—please—come inside me—fill my gaping asshole—pump me full—make it overflow—make me drip your cum everywhere—ahhh!—yes—yes—fuck—fuck—fuuuuck—"

One last ferocious plunge I delivered—profound and merciless—my sac pressed firm to her, shaft expanding even fuller within her twitching warmth. With a raw bellow, I unleashed—scalding, dense streams surging far into her rear, surge following surge until excess spilled, pearly fluid seeping past my girth in sloppy trails, sliding along her legs to blend with her prior release.

Through the climax, she shrieked—her voice raw and fractured.

"Yessss—oh fuck—yes—fill me—pump your hot cum into my asshole—ahhhh!—I feel it—spurt after spurt—flooding me—so much—nnngh—my hole’s overflowing—your cum’s leaking out—fuck—fuck—mark me—own my dirty asshole—ahhh!—I’m coming again—squirting—while you fill my ass—oh god—yes—yes—fuuuuck—"

Convulsions wracked her form—rear squeezing fiercely on my throbbing member, drawing out the final spurts; yet another warm jet of clear fluid burst from her folds, drenching my sac, the ground, her quivering legs. Broken moans lingered from her as tremors faded.

"Mmmph—ohhh—still coming—your cum’s so deep inside me—sloshin’ around—fuck—my asshole feels ruined—gaping—full of your load—nnngh—so good—so filthy—your dirty cumslut wife—dripping your seed—"

Deeply embedded I remained, circling lazily to let her sense the dense heat lining her depths, the surplus oozing around my shaft to flow down her limbs.

At last, I withdrew—gradually, intentionally—revealing her opening stretched broad: the former snug rose circle now a loose, quivering ring, inflamed and puffed, milky essence bubbling right at the battered edge, ready to cascade in heavy drops.

A soft whine escaped her, legs unsteady, words a raspy, ruined murmur.

"...I can still feel it—your hot cum sloshing deep in my ass... every time I move it’s gonna drip out... fuck... I’m such a mess..."

My lips brushed the curve of her spine, savoring the tang of perspiration and passion.

"Clench tight, baby. Not one drop until Doctor Anya sees it pour out of your gaping, cum-filled asshole."

She complied—squeezing firmly—her entire frame shuddering from the strain, though a new pearl of my essence forced its way free despite her effort.

"Good girl," I whispered, sliding the drenched thong upward to seal the sticky load within. "Fix your blouse. We’re late."

Turning to face me—face aflame, gaze dazed and feral, peaks rigid beneath the ripped fabric, nub pulsing evident through the mesh.

Her tone fractured, laced with raw, lewd contentment.

"...I’m dripping your cum... and my squirt... down my thighs... fuck... I love being your filthy anal whore..."

A shadowed, claiming grin crossed my face, my length still gleaming from the glossy blend of her fluids, my saliva, and the lingering cream I'd deposited within. The robust shaft dangled weighty amid my legs, half-erect and glossy, ridges easing but faintly twitching in the wake.

"That’s my girl," I said softly, tone gravelly and worn.

Nathalie leaned shaky against the pane, face glowing scarlet, stare blurred and distant, her shredded silk top parted, full mounds still rosy with peaks crimson from rough handling. Her hem gathered high, undergarment limp at one foot like a token of defeat.

Amid her legs, her folds swelled and shone, nub protruding, ultra-sensitive and jerking; below, her rear—transformed to a lax, flushed circle—remained parted, the damaged rose unable to seal after the intense widening.

Dense cream already gathered at the borders, poised to flow with the slightest sway of her form.

Drawing near once more, I supported her with a palm at her side as the other dipped low. A faint whimper rose as my digits scooped a plump dollop of the seeping essence from her upper leg—heated, thick, mingled with her essence. Lifting it to her open passage, I smeared the sticky load back in with a pair of fingers, delving until my joints met her expanded border.

"Can’t have you dripping all over the elevator," I rumbled near her ear.

She groaned—deep, splintered, obscene. "Dex... It’s so full... I can feel it pushing deeper..."

I pressed on. Snagging her sodden dark lace undergarment from her foot, I crumpled it in my grasp—saturated with her release and my saliva—and aligned the moist cloth to her rear. Methodically, with intent, I started easing it within her.

Nathalie’s breathing stuttered sharply, legs buckling.

"Ohhh fuck—Dex—no—my panties—inside my ass—nnngh—it’s stretching me again—"

The mesh scraped over her tender, recently ravaged edge as I urged it further—the central strip, drenched and tacky, followed by the slender bands, creasing and inserting until just a tiny patch of material showed, jutting faintly from her swollen, battered opening like an indecent stopper. The bulk lay concealed deep, steeped in seed and fluid, serving as an improvised barrier to hold my deposit against her gripping insides.

Instinctively, she tightened on the invader, another drop of cream emerging past the lace and trailing her leg.

"Clench tight, baby," I commanded. "Keep my cum and your dirty little thong stuffed in that wrecked asshole until Doctor Anya gets a front-row seat."

Nathalie bobbed her head wildly, words a demolished hush. "Yes... fuck... I can feel the lace rubbing inside me... every time I move... your cum sloshing against it... oh god... I’m such a filthy mess..."