Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 424: Jack’s Worm vs. Dexter’s Beast

"God, listen to that sloppy hole," Angela purred from our side, inching nearer on her knees. Without any delay, she extended her hands, grasping Mira’s full breasts firmly—squeezing the plush mounds intensely, thumbs teasing the stiff, dark peaks.

"These tits are begging to be played with while you get split open, aren’t they, sister? Look how hard your nipples are—Jack never pinched them like this, did he?"

Mira’s head lolled backward, a choked cry escaping her lips as I drove in fully—my shaft embedded completely, balls snug against her drenched rear. Her core clenched fiercely around me, inner walls undulating in futile surges, drawing at me as if eager to extract it all right away.

"N-no... he—he never... ahh—Sister Angela—!" Mira stuttered, her tone timid and fractured, face flushed scarlet even while her pelvis circled subtly on instinct, rubbing her sensitive nub against my base. "Please... don’t tease me... it’s embarrassing..."

A low, sultry chuckle escaped Angela, pinching Mira’s nipples between her digits—twirling them sufficiently to force Mira to bow and yelp.

"Embarrassing? Honey, you’re riding my husband’s cock right in front of us like a needy slut, your bushy entrance stretched broad around him, leaking all over. And you’re blushing because I’m toying with your tits? That’s adorable."

She bent forward, her tongue darting to trace one tormented bud before drawing it fully into her mouth—teeth lightly scraping the tender tip.

Mira’s frame shuddered entirely, her pussy gripping my length so tightly that a deep rumble built in my chest. "Oh—god—Angela—your mouth—! It’s—too much—!" she whined, her voice splintering into bashful, sensual begs. "I—I’ve never... no one’s ever sucked them like that... Jack just... he barely touched... please—don’t stop—!"

Then I began to move—measured, profound swings of my hips that hauled my girthy rod across her quivering depths, striking every overlooked inch within.

With each drive, she inhaled sharply and groaned, the slick smack of bodies colliding resounding in the vivid cavern glow. Her breasts heaved on every push, swaying in Angela’s grasp as she massaged and tweaked, twiddling the buds until they darkened to swollen crimson.

"Tell her, Mira," Angela whispered against the slick surface of Mira’s chest, releasing the nipple with a lewd slurp. "Tell your new sister how much better my husband’s cock feels than that pathetic little prick Jack had. Tell her how full you are right now—how your poor, hungry cunt is finally getting what it’s been crying for."

Mira’s lids drifted closed, tears of excess streaming down her face as I accelerated—pounding into her with more force, pelvis crashing upward to sink myself fully with each motion. Her core produced obscene, slurping sounds around me, fluids bubbling at my root, trickling down to drench my sac and the padding below.

"I—I can’t—think—!" Mira wept, yet the confession spilled forth regardless, hesitant and dirty and quivering. "Dexter’s cock... it’s so thick... stretching me so deep... Jack’s was—ahh!—nothing like this... he never filled me... never made me feel this full... this—wet... oh god, Angela—your fingers—pinch harder—please—!"

Angela complied with a devious smile, yanking both nipples fiercely as I rammed upward into Mira’s throbbing channel. "That’s it, sister... beg for it. Beg for your husband’s cock and your sister’s hands. Look at you—riding him like you were born for it, pussy creaming all over him. You’re gonna come so hard you’ll soak the mat, aren’t you? Gonna scream for us while we watch you fall apart."

Lisa, remaining on her knees nearby, had shoved her shorts aside, digits plunged deep into her own folds as she observed. "Fuck, Mira... your hole’s gripping him so tight I can see the veins on his cock every time he pulls out. That hairy pussy’s swallowing him whole—look at the cream ringing his shaft. You’re making such a mess... Jack would’ve come in thirty seconds and rolled over. Dexter’s gonna ruin you for hours."

I snarled, one palm gliding upward to clasp Mira’s neck—not squeezing, merely securing—angling her chin back so I could observe her expression as I drove into her more vigorously. "Come on, baby girl... let me feel that tight cunt come. Squeeze me like the desperate little wife you are."

Mira’s groans evolved into shattered wails, pelvis dropping to greet each savage lunge. "Dexter—please—I’m—gonna—Sister Angela—pinch me—suck me—fuck—I’m coming—!"

Angela fastened onto one nipple once more—sucking intensely, teeth nipping—while her fingers wrenched the other without mercy. Mira exploded.

Her pussy seized like a vise, depths contracting in fierce tremors around my shaft as she shrieked—primal, unbridled, reverberating against the cavern stones. Fluids spurted forth in warm bursts, drenching my pelvis, streaming down my balls in heavy streams. Her entire form quaked, breasts jiggling frantically in Angela’s hold, legs quivering so intensely she almost toppled ahead.

Yet I refused to halt.

Through the climax, I continued thrusting—extended, severe glides that prolonged each tremor, forcing her to sob and mewl as excess sensitivity took hold.

"Too much—too much—Dexter!" she panted, though her hips still circled feebly, pursuing the overload as if compelled.

Angela let go of her nipple with a damp smack, running her tongue over her lips while gazing at our connection. "Look at that creamy mess... she came so hard she’s still pulsing around you. Good girl, Mira. Now keep riding—our husband’s not done with you yet. Not by a long shot."

Lisa groaned from beside us, her fingers working quicker. "Fuck... I want a turn next. Watching her get railed like that... I’m dripping."

Without withdrawing, I rolled Mira onto her back—maintaining my length sheathed deeply—parting her thighs broadly so Angela and Lisa could view every bit vanishing into her twitching, froth-smeared core.

"Round two, wives," I growled, resuming my thrusts—deliberate, profound, unyielding. "Mira’s just getting started. And tonight... we’re all going to make sure she never thinks of Jack again."

Mira’s timid, fractured whimpers shifted to enthusiastic, obscene moans as Angela’s palms revisited her breasts, tweaking and fondling, while I pounded her into oblivion beneath the harsh, revealing illumination—our fresh sister utterly possessed, in flesh and spirit.

I refused to allow Mira to recover from her squirting peak—not for an instant. Her form remained shuddering, rear twitching in faint, fluttering remnants around the root of my shaft, core still leaking in languid, drained throbs onto the drenched padding. But I had more in store to demolish her. Not by a long shot.