Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 377: Horny Nurses

"Oh god... that cock..." It pulses so fiercely within her, she groaned, her voice heavy with desire. "I swear I can sense it right here—veins throbbing, tip swelling with each push. Forget the research... I crave seeing you breed something genuine. Her slit’s leaking like a tap—guarantee it’d pull you in tight as a vacuum if you made the switch..."

Nathalie’s cries intensified, turning even more wicked, echoing through the space like a seductive lure. "Ahh... yeah, baby... stroke my clit rougher... mmm, damn, it’s incredible... like your dick’s tormenting me underneath... oh god, I’m almost there... force me to squirt all over that phony bitch as you pound her senseless..." Her pelvis jerked frantically, rubbing her engorged folds against the doll’s ridge, pursuing each subtle jolt from my movements.

A fresh flood of her excitement surged out, drenching the silicone and dripping lower to slick my length as it plunged back and forth.

I continued circling her clit—quicker this time, slippery digits gliding smoothly amid her juices—while my pelvis drove ahead, sinking fully into the doll’s firm hold.

The difference drove me wild: the plaything’s rigid squeeze compared to Nathalie’s warm, vital warmth bearing down from on top.

Olivia edged nearer still, her spare hand extending to drag a digit along Nathalie’s leg, gathering a streak of moisture. "Mmm, sample this," she murmured, slipping the finger between her lips and drawing on it with loud slurps.

"Your wife’s pussy nectar tastes so damn delicious... imagine it fresh from the tap. Damn, I’d love to dive my tongue in there and lap her up while he rails you..."

Nancy let out a soft whine in support, her digits thrusting further into her own depths with vulgar squelches. "Right... tongue her, Olivia... get her yelling... I wanna watch her explode over that doll, then perhaps we rotate on riding him. Hell, my entrance’s twitching already at the thought—void and yearning for that thick rod..."

She bent forward, her warm breath brushing my shoulder, and gave my skin a gentle bite. "Hurry, Mr. Dexter... drive stronger... force her to plead for the actual deal..."

Anya’s groans amplified, her palm laboring rapidly beneath her trousers, pelvis swaying into her fist. "Plead? Damn, she’s already wrecked... see that slit blinking at us, oozing all over. I wanna pry her open more, observe him plunge in and out truly—hammer her until she’s sore and howling. Shit, I’ll climax from this alone... my nub’s burning..."

Nathalie’s wicked cries built to outright shrieks, her frame quivering over the doll. "Oh fuck... yeah... tweak my clit... ahh, baby, it’s pulsing wildly... mmm, I sense your dick nudging me... god, I crave it within... please... oh damn, I’m about to cum... turn me into a cum like a whore..." Her spine curved, feet flexing in her shoes as yet another surge gathered within.

Yet it fell short—the pretense taunted her right to the brink without tipping her past. Her gaze fixed on mine, fierce and frantic, and in a abrupt rush of envy-driven craving, she stretched down between our bodies.

Her digits encircled the slippery root of my dick—precisely at the point it joined the doll’s widened opening—and tugged sharply.

The silicone let go with a slick smack, my rod bouncing loose, shiny and ridged, pulsing fiercely in the air. A heavy strand of pre-cum blended with their juices linked from the crown to the toy’s open void before breaking and splashing onto her leg.

"No more screwing fake stuff," Nathalie snarled, tone rough and authoritative, every trace of shame scorched by raw appetite. She squeezed me firmer—fingers scarcely closing around the width—and directed the bloated tip directly upward to her own leaking slit.

"This dick belongs to me... slide it home... ahh, yes... sense my wetness for you..." She lowered herself while steering me inside, the broad crown splitting her swollen folds effortlessly. Her pussy engulfed me bit by bit—scorching, silken walls gripping hungrily along my shaft, still coated from prior releases and new desire.

"Oh god... mmm, hell yes... widen me once more... further... ahh, baby, your dick’s amazing... so girthy... stuffing my naughty hole..." She cried out wickedly, circling her hips to swallow me completely, hitting bottom with a damp smack as her rear pressed my pelvis.

The doll ignored below her, she began bouncing on me fiercely—rising and falling, pressing her clit to my groin on each descent. "Yeah... ram me... turn me into your slut... oh fuck, I’m climaxing already... ahh, yes, yes, yesss!"

Olivia stared with bulging eyes, her fingers still pinching her nipple as the other rubbed her mound through her uniform.

"Holy crap... she snatched it right back... see her pussy devouring him that way... god, I need my shot badly... wager she’d allow me to tongue their connection... savor them together..." She sank to her knees instinctively, inching nearer for a clearer sight, breaths heaving hotly against Nathalie’s leg.

Nancy mirrored the move, dropping to kneel opposite, her features mere inches from the frenzy. "Damn right... bounce on him, Nathalie... drain that dick... mmm, I smell your soaked state... trickling onto his sack now... hell, I’m plunging my fingers faster... about to burst seeing you get filled..."

Anya remained rooted, fist shoved deep in her slacks, digits matching Nathalie’s rhythm in her rises. "Oh fuck... perfect... swallow him whole... your slit’s holding him so firm... I spot it twitching... god, I require filling too... fingers might not cut it... perhaps I ought to hop in..."

Nathalie’s wicked cries saturated the entire area—shrill, lewd, without restraint. "Ahh... rougher, baby... slam upward... mmm, your dick’s striking my core... oh god, yes... ravage my wedded pussy... claim it... ahh, I’m your desperate whore... spill inside me once more... stuff me until it spills..."

She rode quicker, her chest rising and falling beneath her rumpled top, peaks rigid and poking the cloth. Every plunge downward sent her rear rippling, the moist smacks resounding stronger as her pussy squeezed and loosened in steady throbs around me.

I seized her hips, bucking up to match her, plunging even deeper per thrust. Her true body’s warmth—gripping, vibrant, urgent—totally overshadowed the doll.

Olivia held out no longer; she pressed forward and swiped a lengthy lick up Nathalie’s inner leg, following a path of leaking fluid toward our union. "Mmm... divine flavor... allow me to tidy you up... please..."

Nancy copied the action, her tongue darting to taste my balls during a rise. "Yes... so tangy... so loaded... damn, climax for her... I wanna witness it drip free..."

Anya snapped at last, yanking her pants to her shins and working herself in plain view—two digits, then three—groaning alongside Nathalie. "Shit... yeah... fill her... load her up... god, I’m exploding... from viewing your wild mating..."