Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 378: Horny Nurses 2

Nathalie's orgasm struck like a fierce tempest—her tight pussy gripping me with intense force, drawing me in as she cried out loudly. "Oh fuck... yes... cumming... ahh, baby, feel me squeeze you... mmm, so good... don’t stop... fuck me through it... yes, yes, yesss!" Ripples of bliss tore through her frame, new bursts of her wetness glazing my length and trickling down to drench the doll underneath. She persisted in her ride, extending the ecstasy, her playful cries evolving into gasping chuckles of delight intertwined with persistent hunger.

The trio of women nearby descended into deeper chaos—Olivia and Nancy lapping and slurping at the borders of our connection, Anya plunging her fingers into herself until a quivering climax while pleading for additional. The office transformed into a lair of sheer, unchecked depravity, any trace of decorum vanished amid the fog of lust.

Nathalie's hands clawed into my shoulders like talons, her nails piercing my shirt as she fixed her gaze on mine—feral, claiming, completely deranged. Gone were the playful deceptions, gone the doll nonsense; this embodied pure, instinctual possession.

She pressed her hips downward once, twice, probing the expansion of her warm, silken depths around my pulsing rod, then rose nearly entirely away—keeping only the engorged tip lodged in her soaked opening—before crashing back with a power that caused the exam table to groan under our weight.

"Oh fuck... yes... deeper, baby... ahh, stretch my married pussy wide... mmm, I can feel every vein... every ridge scraping me inside... god, you’re so thick... ruining me again..." Her playful cries poured forth in a flood, shrill and lewd, bouncing off the clinical walls like an adult film score blasted at full volume.

She rebounded with greater vigor, quicker pace, her rear globes quivering on each collision as she mounted me like a force of nature, her crimson Louboutins scraping the table sides for better grip.

I seized her hips—fingers pressing bruises into yielding skin—and surged upward to match her, converting her frenzied gallop into a savage, harmonious battering. Each upward drive plunged me fully inside, my weighty sac swinging ahead to strike damply against her swollen nub. The initial contact landed like a jolt—causing her to jerk and yelp.

"Ahh! Yes... slap my clit with your balls... mmm, it stings so good... harder... make it throb..." She tilted backward a bit, curving her back to reveal more, her folds clutching my length in pulsing rhythms as I drove even further.

The chamber filled with a symphony of vulgarity: the slick sounds of her core engulfing my rod, the crisp impacts of my sac striking her nub like an unyielding rhythm, her playful cries rising to shrieks.

"Oh god... fuck me harder... ahh, your balls are spanking my clit... mmm, it’s swelling up... so sensitive... don’t stop... pound me like a whore... your whore..." Perspiration gathered on her brow, streaming down between her rising chest, her ripped blouse adhering sheerly to her body. Every plunge triggered her inner muscles to quiver and tighten, pulling at me eagerly, pulling me nearer to release as her own excitement mounted like a gale.

Olivia crouched nearer, her features mere inches from the frenzy, tongue extended as she lapped at the splashes emerging from our joining. "Shit... listen to those balls slapping her... god, her clit’s turning bright red... I want to suck it while he fucks you... make you squirt all over my face..." She extended a hand, digits stroking Nathalie’s leg, spreading the slickness upward.

Nancy echoed her from the opposite flank, her own core seeping through her uniform as she worked her fingers with frenzy. "Yeah... slap that clit raw... fuck her till she breaks... mmm, I can see her pussy creaming around you... bet those balls are full... ready to flood her..."

Anya remained rooted in place, her digits sunk to the knuckles in her own depths, thrusting in sync with our tempo. "Oh fuck... that slapping sound... it’s driving me insane... pound her womb... fill her up... god, I want to feel balls slapping my ass next..."

I hammered with increased force, without mercy, my pelvis a haze as I plunged into Nathalie using all my strength. The impacts grew fiercer—my sac crashing against her nub on each profound entry, the force rippling through her form to make her quiver and pant.

"Ahh... yes... slap it... bruise my clit with your heavy balls... mmm, it’s too much... I’m gonna... oh fuck, baby, you’re hitting so deep... right against my cervix..." Her cries deepened to growls, frame trembling as the tension swelled within, her core muscles spasming fiercely around me.

She powered through, rubbing her nub against my pelvic mound amid the strikes, pursuing the sensation. I sensed her constricting, her excitement surging in warm floods that drenched my sac and legs.

"Mmm... fuck... I’m close... ahh, keep slapping me... your balls are gonna make me explode... yes... yes... yesss!" Her playful shouts crested, and abruptly her form locked—spine bowing sharply, legs squeezing my sides—as she unleashed a powerful squirt.

A steaming stream of transparent liquid burst from her, splattering over my abdomen, saturating the doll below, and arcing to mist Olivia’s face in a shiny curve. "Oh god... cumming... squirting all over you... ahh, feel me soak your cock... mmm, it’s pulsing... don’t stop fucking me..."

Surge after surge overwhelmed her—spurt after spurt, her core contracting in mighty throbs that compressed my length like a clamp, urging me toward my peak.

The sounds grew even sloppier, my sac now glossy with her fluids, battering her hypersensitive nub and stretching her climax into a quaking, perpetual bliss. "Ahh... more... slap me through it... mmm, I’m your squirting slut... keep pounding... fill me... please..."

I could no longer resist—the vision of her squirting, the sensation of her gripping warmth, the constant strikes resounding in my head. I

plunged further, more fiercely, embedding myself completely one final time as my sac drew up and released. Strand after dense, scorching strand surged from me, inundating her depths in forceful streams that drew fresh gasps and moans from her. "Fuck... yes... cum inside me... ahh, fill my womb... mmm, I can feel it shooting deep... breeding me... oh god, so much cum... it’s overflowing already..."

I climaxed intensely, pelvis bucking wildly as I filled her completely—seed spilling around my length, blending with her squirt to form a frothy, oozing puddle that dripped onto the doll. Nathalie rotated her hips downward, swirling to extract every bit, her playful cries easing into contented murmurs. "Mmm... yes... keep filling me... ahh, my womb’s so full... your cum’s leaking out... god, I love it... love being your cumdump..."

Olivia pressed forward right away, tonguing the excess with eager laps. "Mmm... taste that... his cum mixed with her squirt... so fucking hot..."

Nancy followed suit, drawing a trickle from my sac. "Shit... he’s still twitching... pumped her full like a balloon..."

Anya quaked in her own release, digits soaked. "Oh fuck... watching him breed her... I want that next... god, the mess..."

Nathalie slumped onto me, remaining sheathed, her core fluttering with echoes as seed kept leaking. The space stank of intercourse—squirt-drenched, seed-stuffed disorder—while the three women breathed heavily, craving further.