Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 380: Doc’s Cunt Strangles Cock

Nancy was unable to restrain herself anymore. Trembling in her knees, she mounted the exam table, settling astride my face with her thin cotton scrub panties still in place—completely saturated at the center, the material turned dark and adhering sheerly to her engorged folds.

Her arousal's musky, potent aroma struck me right away, hot and dense, causing my cock to jerk sharply under Anya's playful glides.

She descended gradually, tentative initially, until her panty-clad mound rested directly above my mouth and nose. Both hands seized her plush, curved ass cheeks—fingers pressing in, parting her a bit—and I pressed my face in further.

I breathed in deeply, savoring the captivating blend of her perspiration, her moisture, the subtle fresh-laundry aroma of the cloth now spoiled by her leaking desire.

"Mmm... fuck, Nancy... you smell so good... so wet..." I murmured into her, my words stifled, resonating directly through the flimsy cotton to her clit.

She let out a soft cry, her hips swaying naturally, rubbing her drenched panties over my lips and tongue. "Oh god... Mr. Dexter... your nose... pressing right there... ahh..."

I parted my mouth broader and ran my tongue flat along the seam of her panties—extended, leisurely strokes from her rear entrance up to her clit.

The cloth was thoroughly soaked, tangy-sweet from her fluids, and each stroke sent shivers through her thighs encircling my ears.

I drew the cotton between my lips, tugging it with suction, sampling her via the obstacle as she vocalized more intensely, her hips twitching.

"Ahh... yes... lick me through them... mmm, it’s so dirty... so good..."

Next, I shifted downward. The point of my tongue thrust steadily against the snug ring concealed under the cloth—pushing, swirling, attempting to nudge the moist cotton inward toward her asshole. The fabric yielded and stretched sufficiently for me to sense the firm circle below.

Nancy shuddered violently, a startled breath escaping her lips. "No... don’t... it’s dirty there... oh fuck, don’t lick my ass... please... ahh!"

Yet her objection lacked strength—her hips revealed her true intent, pressing down more forcefully, spreading additional slickness over my features. I persisted. My tongue lapped persistently, exploring, moistening the material until it adhered even closer to her opening, tracing every fold. I groaned into her rear, the rumble causing her to tighten and mewl.

"God... you’re... you’re really doing it... mmm, filthy... so filthy... don’t stop... ahh, yes..."

Anya observed everything—her own core still gliding tormentingly over my pulsing shaft, her clit rubbing the ridged bottom, her entrance quivering each time my tip brushed her without penetration.

Witnessing Nancy astride my face, panties drenched and rear exposed, ultimately shattered her resolve.

"Fuck this teasing," Anya growled, her tone hoarse. "I need it inside me ."

She raised her hips barely enough, directed the engorged tip to her slick, bare entrance—and dropped down fiercely in one fierce motion.

Her snug, scorching channel engulfed me fully in a lone, burning thrust. No gradual expansion, no soft adjustment—just fierce, eager claiming. Her pussy gripped like a vise on my cock, sleeker and more constricting than Nathalie’s had ever been at this instant, holding every portion as though drawing me in further.

"Ahh—fuck—yes!" Anya shouted, her head tilting back, glasses almost slipping from her nose. "So thick... stretching my tight little cunt... god, better than I imagined... mmm, feel how I’m squeezing you? No sloppy seconds here... this pussy’s fresh and hungry..."

The abrupt warmth and hold drew a profound groan from me into Nancy’s panties, the noise dampened yet pulsing straight into her rear. My cock surged firmly within Anya—once, twice—prompting her to inhale sharply and lean ahead.

Nathalie—remained lounging on the recliner, thighs parted, digits plunged into her dripping, semen-stuffed core—gazed with fiery intensity. Envy contorted her expression into a wild snarl.

"You bitch," Nathalie spat, her voice heavy with lust and fury. "That’s husband’s cock... you don’t get to just take it..."

She clutched Anya’s breasts from the rear—fingers clamping those dark, stiff nipples firmly, wrenching them cruelly. Anya yelped, her spine curving, but the ache merely intensified her pussy's grip

"Ahh—fuck—Nathalie... pinch them harder... oh god, it’s making me grip him so tight... mmm, feel that squeeze? Your wife’s jealous little hands are making my cunt strangle your cock... bet she never made you throb like this..."

I vocalized more strongly against Nancy’s rear—tongue continuing to explore her panty-shielded entrance—my hips thrusting upward naturally to match Anya’s descending motion. "Mmmph... fuck... Anya... so tight... clenching so hard... Nancy... grind harder... ahh, your ass tastes so good through these panties..."

Nancy moved quicker now, her moans fragmented. "Yes... lick my dirty hole... don’t stop... mmm, tongue-fuck me through them... oh god, I’m gonna cum on your face..."

Olivia positioned herself on her knees nearby, one hand nestled between her legs, the other extending to cradle my balls—massaging them softly as she observed Anya's ride and Nathalie’s nipple torment.

"Shit... look at that... Anya’s pussy swallowing him whole... and Nathalie’s making her clench... god, his cock’s pulsing inside her... gonna fill that tight hole next..."

Anya plunged more vigorously—brief, savage descents that smacked her rear against my hips—each impact producing a slick and a new surge of her juices along my shaft.

"Mmm... fuck me back... pound up into my smooth cunt... tell your wife how much tighter I am... how much better... ahh, pinch harder, Nathalie... make me cum on your husband’s dick..."

Nathalie wrenched once more, yanking Anya’s nipples away, causing the doctor to scream in delighted agony. "You slut... he’s mine... but... fuck... keep clenching... make him cum inside you... I want to see it leak out so I can lick it up..."

My tongue bore deeper into Nancy’s asshole via the sodden cotton—swirling, delving—while my hips jerked upward to sync with Anya’s pace. The merged feelings—Nancy’s earthy warmth on my face, Anya’s iron grip drawing me in, Nathalie’s envious touch amplifying the contractions—drove me straight to the brink.

"Fuck... Anya... Nancy... ahh... gonna cum... so tight... so wet... mmmph..."

Anya convulsed sharply, her pussy seizing so firmly it forced a groan from me into Nancy’s drenched panties. "Ahh—shit—Nathalie... what the fuck... rubbing my clit like that... oh god, it’s throbbing... don’t stop... make me squeeze him harder..."

Nathalie’s tone emerged deep and spiteful, laced with lewd ownership. "You stole my husband’s cock... now I’m gonna make you cum so hard you squirt all over it... make your tight little cunt cream so much he forgets your name... pinch that clit... feel how wet you are for dick?"

Anya’s movements faltered, her pussy quaking erratically around me as Nathalie’s digits assaulted her clit without pity—squeezing, circling, tapping gently on the swollen bud. "Mmm—fuck—yes... rub it harder... make me clench... ahh, your jealous fingers are gonna make me cum all over your husband’s fat cock... god, it’s pulsing inside me... stretching me so good..."

Olivia—always eager to join—shifted behind Anya, getting near enough that her breasts grazed Anya’s back.

She seized Anya’s hips using both hands, fingers sinking into yielding skin, and began directing her in extended, purposeful motions—hoisting her nearly free of my cock, then driving her down with force sufficient for Anya’s rear to strike my thighs with damp noises.