Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 404: Flooding Angela’s Womb Raw

With one final, savage thrust—plunging deep—my cockhead pressed firmly against her cervix—I exploded inside her.

Heavy bursts of semen surged into her—overwhelming her quivering pussy, coating her inner walls in white, spilling past my shaft in milky streams that trickled along her legs and drenched the ripped section even more.

Jet after jet pumped into her depths, stuffing her full until it oozed out in sloppy trails with each lazy roll of my pelvis.

Angela cried out wildly—holding nothing back, her tone hoarse and broken—"Fuuuck... yes... fill me... cum in my bare pussy... oh god... so much...!"

Her frame shuddered—spine curving, pelvis thrusting to claim it all, her pussy squeezing me eagerly while tremors coursed through her. One last spurt sprayed around my dick—blending with my load, falling in dense, pale threads to the ground.

On the opposite side of the flames, Mira kept her eyes tightly closed—yet her breaths came in rapid bursts, legs pressing together desperately, nails clawing into the earth until soil marked her fingers.

Lisa’s grin grew broader—she extended her hand gradually, sweeping a lock of hair from Mira’s flushed face, murmuring words too quiet to catch.

Mira didn’t open her eyes.

But she didn’t pull back.

She remained—turned toward Lisa, shaking, wetness pooling between her legs—absorbing each slick noise, each fractured cry, each throb of semen flooding Angela’s pussy.

She knew.

And she wanted it.

The flames popped softly—cozy glow, damp jeans, exposed pussy dripping semen and juices, and Mira stretched out there, famished, quiet, anticipating her moment to shatter.

Angela was completely soaked in perspiration, her flesh shining as if she'd been ravaged fiercely beneath the blazing sun, her bosom rising and falling in harsh pants like she'd sprinted a long race with my cock plunged fully inside her.

She gradually raised herself from me, her snug, messy pussy unwillingly letting go of my pulsing dick with a naughty, slurping sound. Right away, a dense, milky torrent of my semen poured from her puffy, battered pussy—warm, tacky strands of it pouring in hefty drops, sliding down her inner legs and splashing onto the turf like a dirty, vulgar cascade.

The atmosphere stank of intercourse: her earthy desire blended with the briny scent of my essence, causing my semi-erect cock to jerk at the view.

She twisted to confront me, her breasts jiggling a bit from the turn, nipples stiff like damn rocks and yearning for attention. Her cheeks burned red, blending afterglow ecstasy with that adorable, irritated frustration when perfection slipped away.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" she snapped, eyeing the tattered remains of her trousers hanging on her legs like shredded cloth.

The material had torn straight across the groin from my rough tug to slam into her without mercy, baring her leaking folds to the chilly night air. "These are fucking destroyed. How the hell am I gonna wear this shit? Mira’s gonna see it and freak the fuck out..."

A deep, rumbling laugh escaped my throat, echoing in my torso as I seized the nape of her neck and drew her close for a intense, messy kiss. My tongue plunged into her mouth, savoring the salt on her lips, the subtle tang of her own fluids from her earlier blowjob.

She groaned into the kiss against her will, her form still buzzing from the intense pounding. Easing back slightly to talk, I breathed against her damp lips, "Don’t worry your pretty little head, slut. I’ll get you a new pair. Something tight enough to hug that juicy ass of yours."

From the edge of my vision, I noticed Mira shifting across the open space. The woman had acted oblivious to our wild outdoor romp, but as soon as the cries and fleshy smacks faded, she looked over.

She peered into the dimming glow, her gaze sharpening like she aimed to stay composed, but the intrigue flared bright—the taboo craving of a so-called "good wife" pondering the thrill of being pounded like Angela. Our eyes met briefly, and I deliberately glanced elsewhere, as if her watching meant nothing to me.

I stuffed my slick cock back into my trousers, the cloth swelling ridiculously from my renewed hardness just from thoughts of the future.

Rising, I took Angela’s hand and hauled her upright, her naked pussy lips grazing my leg and smearing semen there. "Come with me," I commanded, pitching my tone high enough to echo over the field—clear for Mira’s curious hearing.

I grabbed the torch from the dirt, its light slicing the deepening twilight sharply, and guided Angela to the dense group of trees bordering the area.

The terrain was rough, roots catching our steps, but it didn't matter; my focus stayed on the snare I laid.

When we reached far into the gloom, somewhat concealed by twisted trees and drooping limbs, I halted and placed a finger on Angela’s full, swollen lips from kissing. "Shh, be a good girl and stay quiet," I hissed, my free hand gliding low to grip her butt firmly.

We lingered in the muggy quiet, broken only by far-off insect calls and subtle leaf whispers. My dick pressed hard against my fly, already picturing Mira’s snug, ignored pussy gripping it tight.

Thirty torturous moments passed—plenty for uncertainty to stir—but as expected, I glanced behind and caught her shadow lifting uncertainly.

Mira scanned about like a sneaky intruder, her voluptuous shape etched in the faint glow, then began edging our way. Her movements were cautious, hesitant, but damn, that fired up my veins. She was caught, the modest homemaker lured by the aroma of illicit vice.

Perfect. Time to blow her fucking mind.

I bought new pants for Angela from the SUPERMARKET STORE. They appeared in system storage.

With a swift thought command, a fresh set of women’s cargo pants popped into my inventory.

I summoned them from nowhere just as Mira neared close enough to view plainly, passing them to Angela as the torch light shook a little in her hold.

Mira halted in place, eyes bulging. "How...?" Her tone was just a murmur. "How is that even possible? And—Angela, you’re not even surprised."

Angela let out a gentle, informed chuckle, her words soft and inviting, "No matter how many times I watch him do impossible things, it still takes my breath away. Living with you... sometimes I almost forget he’s basically a god."