Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 373: Anya Finds Panties in Nathalie’s Ass

Nathalie's hips jerked once without her control, compelling yet another heavy dollop to emerge. With a sob of shamed ecstasy, she lifted her hands to shield her face, while her thighs remained brazenly parted.

"I'm sorry... Doctor... it just won't cease... each time I squeeze, it forces more out... he stuffed me so profoundly... so abundantly... please... don't avert your eyes... witness what he's done to me..."

Anya placed the drenched panties on a metal tray with a moist thud. She grabbed a speculum from the nearby table—then hesitated, thinking better of it. Rather, she inserted two uncovered fingers into the slippery, gaping rear entrance, spreading it softly with a scissoring motion as her thumb traced the puffy edge.

"Notable expansion... extreme tenderness... leftover semen amount is... overwhelming," she described, her voice faltering. "Irrigation and accurate measurement will be required. But initially..."

Anya's forehead creased more intensely, her deep eyes squinting while she lifted the dripping underwear high, viscous threads of my seed dangling from the fabric like lewd jewels.

The aroma in the space grew denser—primal, feral, blending Nathalie's widened rear and my substantial deposit with the subtle artificial scent from the idle doll. Anya's lab coat pulled tight over her ample chest as she drew in a quick breath, her composed demeanor fracturing further.

"Why in the world did you cram her panties inside like that, Mr. Dexter?" she questioned, her tone subdued and admonishing, tinged with a throaty hint revealing her personal excitement. "Do you realize the risks involved? It's not merely infection—although heaven knows, bacterial accumulation in such a... delicate spot might result in abscesses, sepsis, or far graver issues. But items like that?"

"They might lead to rips, swelling, and lasting harm to the rectal lining. Her rear is already so inflamed, so... tender from your actions. If you persist in such unorthodox methods, you might destroy her capacity to retain anything—eternally lax, seeping without restraint. Is that your goal? To transform your spouse into an ever-leaking disaster because you couldn't rein in your desires long enough for a suitable stopper or simply... allow it to escape?"

I fidgeted restlessly where I stood, my liberated shaft still swaying ponderously in the atmosphere, pulsing noticeably beneath the burden of her reprimand. Warmth surged to my cheeks—true mortification blending with the thrill of degradation that merely intensified my arousal.

My eyes fell to the ground, posture slumping, words tumbling out in a youthful plea. "I... I didn't intend it, Doctor... it happened because... we were rushing so much after I... after I pounded her so fiercely. She was gushing all over, and my seed was flooding from her rear... I lost my head."

"I figured shoving them in fast would keep her tidy for the trip... prevent it from seeping through her dress and staining the vehicle seats. I promise, infections weren't on my mind... I only aimed to arrive punctually without... without the whole world detecting how completely I'd ravaged her openings."

Anya's digits shone with remnants. She moved nearer to me then, near enough for her warmth to brush against me, her exhalation grazing my bare flesh.

Nathalie let out a soft cry from the chair, her stretched rear contracting uselessly, expelling another hefty bead of seed that slid down her cleft in a languid, mesmerizing trail. Anya's gaze darted to my dangling member, then returned upward, her scolding persisting in that firm, silken voice that drew my testicles taut.

"That's no justification, Mr. Dexter, and you can't manage simple post-care? Sealing her with her own dirty undergarment? It's irresponsible. Disgusting. And honestly, it's making her a mobile health risk. See her there—thighs splayed apart, folds weeping solely from the shame, rear still quivering ajar as if pleading for further discipline."

"Had you chosen a clean stopper or merely permitted natural release in the restroom, this wouldn't be soiling my chair. In future, plan properly."

"Place her well-being above your... sudden urge to fill her like a twisted prize. Otherwise, I'll require monitored visits exclusively—no further private antics until you demonstrate command over that girthy member without jeopardizing her."

I gulped deeply, my shaft twitching on its own at her statements, a drop of pre-cum forming at the summit and falling gradually to dampen the floor. I scratched the nape of my neck, pretending greater remorse, my tone breaking with flustered rationalizations.

"But Doctor... it was incredible watching her move that way... flinching at each stride, aware my deposit was locked far within her rear, distending her... I couldn't bear to lose any."

"And she... she pleaded with me to skip the cleanup. Claimed she adored the sensation of possession, seeping for me. I found it arousing... I mean, safely arousing? I'll improve, I vow... perhaps you might... instruct me correctly? Such as, show on her immediately the proper plugging technique without... without leaving her pulsing so intensely she can't settle properly?"

Nancy and Olivia lingered close by, their respirations quick and shallow, stares fixed on my pulsing rod as it oscillated with every uneasy sway of my pelvis. Olivia's fingers flexed toward her leg; Nancy pressed her lips together, a faint cry slipping out as she observed Nathalie's entrance flutter once more, releasing another heated surge.

Anya breathed out deliberately, her face coloring more vividly, peaks now plainly pressing against her top. "Rationalizations won't suffice, Mr. Dexter. Arousing or otherwise, you're putting her at risk. Henceforth, no more DIY stoppers."

"Should you need to maintain her filled—and evidently, she desires it—employ clinical-grade implements. Silicone cleans effortlessly. And return her here straightaway for any... excess problems. Clear? Because observing her seep this way... It's alluring, I concede. Yet I refuse to allow you to damage her merely for your sordid pleasures."

I bobbed my head eagerly, shaft throbbing fiercer, the crown glossy and flushed crimson. "Y-yes, Doctor... got it. I'll... I'll get plugs immediately."

Nathalie groaned more intensely from the chair, pelvis shifting faintly against nothing, her widened rear and weeping slit fully exposed as Anya continued the cleanup—lazier now, more provocative, every pass lingering on tender areas. The chamber throbbed with warmth, the doll momentarily overlooked amid the intense, sensual strain of the reprimand.