Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 425: Flooding Mira’s Ruined Backdoor

I withdrew gradually—intentionally—observing how her battered entrance yawned open for a moment, the rosy inner folds shining and quivering, attempting to contract yet remaining too dilated to seal immediately. A dense strand of her arousal mixed with my pre-cum linked the tip of my shaft to her devastated rim before breaking, trickling along her cleft.

Mira let out a feeble whine, her pelvis jerking ahead as if her form yearned for me to remain embedded. "Dexter... please... I can’t... it’s too sensitive... my ass is—ahh—still throbbing..."

I seized a handful of her locks, pulling her head rearward so she arched toward me, breasts jutting into Angela’s eager grasp. My tone emerged deep, gravelly, unforgiving.

"Too sensitive?" I taunted, smacking the swollen crown of my cock onto her yawning anus—once, twice, thrice—each damp impact causing her to shudder and yelp. "This hole was crafted for my cock, Mira. You pleaded for it before—whined like a needy slut when I first entered. Now you’ll endure every ruthless inch until I stuff you so completely my seed seeps out for days."

Angela tweaked Mira’s nipples more firmly, rotating them until new tears flowed. "Hear that, sister? Your husband’s not requesting. He’s demanding. That ravenous little asshole’s about to be demolished again—thoroughly this round. No pity. No withdrawal until he coats your insides white."

Lisa inched nearer on all fours, her face mere breaths from the scene, digits still plunged into her own slit. "Fuck... see how it’s pulsing at him. Still agape, still craving. She’ll shriek when he rams back inside."

I positioned myself once more—tip nudging that lubricated, swollen rim—and surged ahead in a single ferocious lunge. No prelude. No tenderness. My cock impaled her to the base in one ferocious drive, expanding her anus broadly around my thickness. The slick sound of her passage engulfing me entirely was lewd, chased right away by the solid smack of my balls against her drenched folds.

Mira’s cry pierced the cavern atmosphere—primal, startled, fractured.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH—!! DEXTER—!! TOO DEEP—!! YOU’RE TEARING ME APART—!! MY ASS—FUCK—IT BURNS—!!"

Her entire frame seized, spine curving so intensely I feared it might break. Tears streamed down her cheeks in torrents, blending with saliva that escaped her open mouth. Yet her pelvis—disloyal, eager—thrust backward into me, drawing me further even amid her weeping.

I offered her no instant to recover.

I began hammering into her—fierce, rapid, unrelenting. Extended, corrective plunges that drew nearly fully out—retaining only the tip, eyeing her rim grip tightly—then crashed back to the root, balls striking her nub with moist, steady ferocity. Each drive forced another squirt from her in faint, powerless jets, her core gripping at air while her anus squeezed me like a vise.

"Take it, you dirty little slut," I rumbled, tone heavy with desire and dominance. "This ass belongs to me now. Sense how profound I am? Sense my cock reshaping your innards? You’ll limp tomorrow—seed oozing from this destroyed opening with every movement."

Mira’s cries morphed into an unending, splintered howl—phrases scarcely intelligible amid wails and pants.

"Dexter—please—mercy—!! It’s too much—your cock—ripping me open—!! I can feel every vein—every thrust—hitting so deep—!! My ass—my poor ass—!!"

Angela chuckled viciously, striking Mira’s jiggling breasts firmly enough to imprint crimson palms. "Mercy? You earn no mercy, sister. You earn stuffing. You earn possession. See how your hole’s stretched around him—rosy and demolished, holding on like it refuses his exit. Plead for his seed instead. Plead him to impregnate your filthy little asshole."

Mira’s defiance shattered entirely. Her tone fractured into frantic, obscene entreaties.

"Please—Dexter—fill me—!! Cum in my ass—!! Breed me—!! I need it—need your hot cum deep inside—!! Ruin me—make me leak for days—!! I’m yours—your whore—your wife—please—!!"

I ravaged her fiercer—quicker—pelvis clashing with savage power, balls whacking her sodden pussy so forcefully it resounded like damp claps. Her anus contracted chaotically, undulating in desperate surges, drawing me toward climax.

"Fuck—here it comes, baby girl," I growled, clutching her hips so tightly I’d brand marks. "Gonna inundate this snug little ass—stamp you internally—ensure you never forget your owner."

One ultimate, ferocious plunge—embedding myself to the balls—and I detonated.

Scorching, dense bursts of semen surged into her depths, coating her inner surfaces pale. Surge after surge—ceaseless, potent—stuffing her until the fullness mounted, her anus gripping vainly around me as if to retain all.

Mira shrieked once more—shrill and shattered—as the initial scalding jet struck her core.

"OH GOD—DEXTER—!! I FEEL IT—!! YOUR CUM—SO HOT—FILLING ME—!! MY ASS—OVERFLOWING—!!"

Her form shuddered in yet another fierce climax—core jetting faintly one final time against my colliding balls, anus contracting so intensely it extracted every remaining strand from me. Semen began seeping around my length—dense, pale streams trailing down her cleft, merging with her fluids and gathering on the bedding.

I kept her skewered, rotating profoundly, allowing her to sense the concluding throbs—permitting her anus to quiver and grasp my gradually softening shaft within her devastated passage.

As I eventually extracted—gradual, purposeful—the view was indecent: her anus yawned broadly, rosy and ravaged, a heavy flow of my semen cascading out in a languid, milky cascade, soaking her legs and everything below.

Mira crumpled ahead onto her belly—rear elevated, quaking, semen steadily escaping her expanded opening—sobbing gently in drained, overpowering ecstasy.

Angela caressed her perspiration-drenched tresses, tone soft now yet still lewd. "Behold that gorgeous chaos... stuffed to bursting. Our fresh sister’s asshole is now officially seized. Dripping husband’s cum like the ideal cumdump she is."

Lisa groaned, advancing on hands and knees to lick the creamy path along Mira’s leg. "Fuck... I want to taste it. Want to clean her up while she trembles."

I positioned myself rearward of Mira, inserting two digits into her yawning, semen-laden anus—driving my essence further, eliciting her mewl and spasm.

"You’re ours now, Mira," I whispered, tone subdued and owning. "Every hole. Every scream. Every drop of cum. No return."

Mira twisted her head feebly, gaze hazy, lips quivering into a timid, fractured grin.

"Yes... husband... I’m yours... all yours... forever..."

Beneath the vivid cavern glow, encircled by her fresh kin, our latest spouse reclined demolished, stuffed, and completely possessed—semen persistently leaking from her obliterated asshole as the evening extended, hinting at further delights.