Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 376: Nathalie’s Dripping Pussy Kisses Doll

"Doctor Anya... I truly can’t—mmph—sense that rising tension in this way. It’s merely... pressure. Intense pressure. Without any end in sight." You fluttered your eyelashes delicately, embodying the puzzled patient flawlessly. "Could there be an issue with my... receptors? Or is the donor’s method not..."

Behind her misty lenses, Anya blinked quickly, her face flushing hot as she struggled to reclaim her professional demeanor from the edge. She cleared her throat—not once, but twice—before pushing her tone toward a semblance of clinical command.

"Mr. Dexter," she started, her words quivering slightly at the borders, "if... if this present... setup isn’t delivering enough... sensory input for... for reaching climax, then maybe... maybe introducing layers could... could prove more successful." She gulped deeply, her gaze darting toward Nathalie’s disheveled, oozing form slumped on the recliner.

"Nathalie... why don’t you... Why don’t you settle yourself over the doll? Offer... offer some tactile enhancement. Let your husband experience the... the sensation of... of true penetration. For... for therapeutic authenticity. Yes. That’s... that’s the medical justification."

Without a moment’s pause, Nathalie moved. Her gaze shimmered with urgent desire; she tumbled from the recliner on unsteady limbs, her thighs glossy and quaking, before mounting the exam table.

Flat on its back under her, the doll remained—its silicone pussy still gaping around half of my shaft—and Nathalie positioned herself astride it with care, descending until her soaked folds lingered right over the doll’s rise.

Widening her stance, she planted her knees on both sides of the plaything, raising her rear just enough to display her inflamed, semen-streaked openings like a tribute. In the stark ceiling glow, her pussy shone lewdly—folds swollen, clit pulsing clearly, new juices trailing in lazy drops onto the doll’s artificial surface underneath.

Advancing closer, my cock stayed embedded in the chilly silicone, and I slipped my hand amid her legs. Instantly, my digits located her clit—swollen, slippery, ultra-responsive—and I traced steady, solid loops as I shifted my pelvis, sliding yet another fat segment further into the doll below.

Nathalie’s neck arched rearward amid a shattered cry. "Y-yes... oh god, yes... caress me... please... it feels... it feels nearly like you’re buried in me once more..."

Filthy yet flawless, the deception worked: each drive I delivered into the doll lifted the silicone, brushing against Nathalie’s clit base and labia edges.

My hand continued its assault on her—circling, giving gentle tugs, then gliding lower via her sopping slit to prod her opening sans intrusion.

Against the force, she swayed backward, rubbing her pussy on the doll’s bulge in small, wild orbits, pursuing the phantom of genuine entry as my real shaft hammered the device mere inches underneath.

To the side, Olivia and Nancy had retreated—nearby to catch each lewd particular, distant enough to avoid brushing against me now. Yet their stares stayed locked.

Olivia’s fingers clenched the edge of her scrub shirt, joints pale. "This... this layered dual stimulation ought to... to boost... proprioceptive signals," she stuttered, her voice in ruins.

"The... the heat emanating from Mrs. Dexter’s... her... her vulva pressing on the... the doll’s exterior is... is supplying extra thermal... signals. Plus... plus the lubrication exchange is... is..." She faded as another drop of my pre-cum seeped from around my shaft and flowed down to blend with Nathalie’s leaking excitement.

Olivia’s tongue flicked out to moisten her mouth. "It’s... It’s forming a... a highly lifelike... blended setting. So... so soaked. Utterly... responsive."

Next to her, Nancy remained, her legs squeezed firm together, revealing the growing shadow seeping over her scrub’s groin. She attempted to add—strived intensely.

"Records... we ought to... to record the subject’s hand-based arousal of the... the clitoral area," she uttered, tone shrill and airy.

"Concurrent... concurrent pumping into the... the backup channel. The... the sight and touch fusion is... is bound to... to hasten... ejaculatory certainty." The final phrase escaped as a whine, akin to an admission, followed by a faint, fractured murmur, "It’s... It’s taking effect right now. See how... how fiercely he’s pulsing within her... I mean... within the doll. Beneath her."

Now, Anya supported herself with one palm on the table’s rim, the other lingering perilously near her pant’s edge. She observed my digits speed around Nathalie’s clit, saw Nathalie’s pelvis twitch and press, saw my shaft vanish repeatedly into the toy as Nathalie’s authentic pussy dripped upon it.

"The... the patient shows... typical indicators of... of building excitement," Anya gasped. "Heightened... breathing speed. Noticeable... swelling of the... the glans. Pre-ejaculate output... rising. Mrs. Dexter’s... her... her pelvic muscles are... are clenching in rhythm. She’s... she’s nearly there once more. We... we might have to... to ready for... for joint climax. For... for data comparison."

Nathalie’s cry blended amusement and desperation. "Please... keep going... stroke me firmer... drive that thing further... let me sense it... let me orgasm over her as you... as you stuff her full rather than me..."

Firmer now, my fingers bore down on her clit—tracing compact, unyielding loops—while I plunged ahead, sheathing myself fully in the doll. The silicone clenched, Nathalie’s weight overhead brought warmth and drag, and her pussy folds grazed my shaft’s root with each rise, coating my flesh in her slickness.

A choked noise burst from Olivia. "That... that touch... it’s... It’s immediate now. Flesh to... to flesh. That’s... that’s outside guidelines, yet... yet it’s... It’s potent. Incredibly... potent."

At last, Nancy’s palm ventured between her legs—across the scrubs, grinding firmly. "I... I must... to track my own... bodily reaction... for... for research..."

Wet smacks, fractured cries, and crumbling efforts at clinical terms echoed through the space as four women observed—and one implored—while I pounded the doll under my twisting, leaking spouse.

Harder Nathalie bore down on the doll’s rise, her glossy pussy folds gliding across the chilled silicone whenever I shoved further into the toy under her. Relentlessly, my fingers assaulted her clit, tweaking and twirling the engorged pearl until her legs shook wildly.

In rhythmic spurts, pre-cum oozed from my embedded shaft, merging with her flowing juices to form a dirty, shiny sludge that coated her genuine skin and the synthetic one beneath.

Mere inches distant, Olivia loomed, her expert mask dissolving like soggy parchment. Fixated on the vulgar spot where my cock sank into the doll, her palm delved beneath her scrub shirt unthinkingly. Digits reached her nipple via the flimsy bra, pinching with force enough to draw a sharp inhale.

"Fuck... just look," she whispered, her tone sinking deep and crude, free of hesitant pretexts.

"Your cock’s ripping that fake slut apart, but her true pussy’s the one pleading. I see her clit jerk each time you stroke it—damn, I’d die to have that fat tip slamming me. Wager you’d widen me until I howl..."

On the opposite flank, Nancy edged nearer, her legs chafing wildly as she shed every facade. A hand plunged directly into her scrub bottoms’ front, fingers diving into her drenched crevice with a slick noise.

"Damn, yes... grind that doll fiercer, Mr. Dexter," she groaned without restraint, her eyes foggy with lust.

"I crave watching you destroy it—make it ooze your load like her rear still does. Hell, I’m plunging my fingers just from the view... my pussy’s drenched imagining you buried to the balls in me, raw and wide..."

Against the table, Anya slumped, her lab coat slipped from her arms, exposing the snug shirt below that stuck to her perspiration-soaked body. No longer feigning doctorly speech—her palm thrust crudely into her trousers, fabric bulging over knuckles as she circled her clit with raging intensity.