Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 430: Embarrassed Mira Limps to the Tide Pools

Angela shattered once more—her body convulsing wildly, her asshole pulsing like a frantic heartbeat around my cock, squeezing me rhythmically in ways that almost dragged my release out too soon. "CUMMING—!! ASS CUMMING—!! HUSBAND—FLOOD MY SHITHOLE—!! BREED IT—!! MAKE ME LEAK FOR WEEKS—!! LISA—RUB HARDER—!! I’M YOUR SQUIRTING ANAL CUMDUMP—!!"

Lisa pressed closer, her spare hand smacking Angela’s dangling breasts—crack-crack—creating red marks, her lips clamping onto a nipple to suck and nibble with savage intensity. "Yes—!! Squirt on my face again, Boss—!! Let him fill you while I drink your pussy juice—!!"

That pushed me over the edge—thrusting one last time to the hilt, pressing against her inner depths as my cock expanded and exploded.

Jet after scorching jet surged into her bowels—dense, unending, coating her insides white until the buildup forced excess cum to bubble around my shaft in creamy, foamy bursts that blended with her squirts and fell in thick drops onto Lisa’s wrist.

I bellowed through the climax—keeping her pinned, hips twitching with every throb—driving the load further, stirring it into a messy foam within her.

Angela slumped forward once more—screaming, trembling, her asshole contracting in prolonged aftershocks—while Lisa withdrew her fingers with a slick schlorp, then plunged them into her own mouth, licking off Angela’s squirt with eager groans. "Tastes like heaven—Boss’s cum-ass and her squirt—fuck, I need it now—!!"

I withdrew gradually—intentionally—observing Angela’s devastated ring stretch open: a destroyed, throbbing void, inner walls exposed and quivering, leaking my heavy load in thick, slow streams that flowed down her cleft, across her shuddering pussy, and pooled below her. She mewled weakly, ass raised high, form slack and exhausted.

I drew Angela closer into my embrace, her bare form still glowing and tacky from the evening’s debauchery—cum crusting in paths along her inner thighs, her asshole remaining a bit swollen and dribbling the final lazy bits of my seed with each movement.

I pressed my face into her locks, breathing in the pungent, musky blend of perspiration, squirt, and intercourse that stuck to her like a scent, then whispered clearly so Lisa caught every dirty word.

"Let’s go to sleep... It’s gonna be morning soon. Good night, wife." I planted a kiss on the back of Angela’s neck, lingering and claiming, allowing my tongue to trail once over the briny skin. "Night, Lisa."

Angela responded with a drowsy, satisfied hum—part groan, part sigh—her rear nudging back against my softening cock as if envisioning another go. She nestled against me like a thoroughly sated feline, one leg draping over mine, her damp pussy folds leaving new moisture on my thigh.

Lisa remained still initially.

She knelt at the mat’s border, legs parted broadly, shorts darkened with wetness at the groin, bosom rising and falling in quick, irritated breaths. Her gaze fixed on us—ravenous, glazed, pupils dilated so much they appeared dark in the fading golden lamp glow.

Her nipples poked through the flimsy tank top as if desperate to escape; one hand lingered at her crotch, fingers jerking as though she was moments from frantically touching herself before us. She gnawed her lip deeply enough to mark it, a faint, desperate whine slipping out before she stifled it.

I acted oblivious.

I turned to my side, cuddling Angela completely, my palm gliding down to grasp her full breast ownership-like—thumb idly stroking the sore nipple until she sighed once more. Lisa’s respiration stuttered noticeably. I sensed her intense stare piercing my back.

Yet, I uttered no word.

Following a prolonged, quivering pause, Lisa at last crept to her position on the opposite end—sluggishly, unwillingly, each motion radiating discontent.

She settled rigidly, turned from us, but I heard the damp rub of her thighs squeezing, the subtle, suppressed shift of her hips on the mat as she attempted—and couldn’t—relieve the throb in her core. Her breaths remained harsh, irregular, as if battling tears or pleas.

I shut my eyes and surrendered to slumber right away—profound, content, cock still semi-erect against Angela’s rear like a vow for daybreak.

Upon waking, dim gray light filtered through the cave entrance, making the atmosphere chilly and foggy. Angela stayed nestled in my hold, gentle and cozy, her breaths steady and calm, one hand resting lightly on my arm. Her buttocks bore subtle red palm imprints; as she moved in repose, a small flake of crusted cum broke from her inner thigh.

Mira was alert.

She rested on her side, oriented toward me, knees tucked, arms encircling her frame as if to shield from the prior events. Her raven tresses were disheveled, face blazing red, the instant our gazes connected. She stiffened—eyes enormous, alarmed—like a startled deer in beams. Her mouth opened in a soundless intake; I observed her throat bob as she gulped.

I grinned leisurely and lewdly, tone deep and husky from rest.

"Good morning, my little wife."

Mira’s breath caught. She clapped both palms over her features, a humiliated whimper seeping through her digits.

"Oh my god... what have I done... I’m so embarrassed..."

Her tone fractured—tiny, quaking, yet beneath lurked that identical desperate undertone from the previous night, the sort that made her asshole tighten on my cock despite her feigned resistance.

I rose gradually, permitting the sleeping bag to slip off so my nude form stood exposed—cock beginning to stiffen anew at her blushing mortification.

I extended, encircled her midsection with one arm, and hauled her to me in a firm, dominant embrace. Her naked breasts mashed into my torso; her rigid nipples scraped my flesh like tiny flames. She inhaled sharply, hands darting to my shoulders—not repelling, merely gripping as if anchoring herself.

"There’s nothing to be embarrassed about," I rumbled near her ear, lips grazing the curve, warm exhalation causing her to tremble. "You’re mine now."

I allowed one hand to glide along her spine—methodically, purposefully—until my palm cradled the plump swell of her rear. I gripped firmly, digits sinking into the yielding meat, parting her cheek sufficiently to sense the lingering warmth from where I’d widened her untouched entrance the night before. She mewled once more, legs squeezing, but she stayed put.

Mira hid her face in my neck, words muffled and unsteady.

"I... I let you... in my ass... right next to them... I came so hard I cried..., and I liked it..."

Her admission concluded in a small, fractured groan. I detected new slickness on her inner thighs where they met mine—her pussy leaking once again, contradicting her every ashamed utterance.

I laughed deeply, sinisterly, tugging at her earlobe with my teeth.

"That’s right, baby girl. You took my cock like a good little wife—quiet, desperate, asshole gripping me so tight I thought you’d snap it off. And you squirted just from the stretch... didn’t you? Dripping down my balls while Angela listened and pretended not to finger herself."

Mira quaked fiercely, pelvis bucking ahead instinctively—rubbing her drenched pussy folds along the solid ridge of my cock wedged between us. A new flood of her juices bathed my cock; I moaned at the obscene warmth.

"Look at you," I whispered, slipping my hand amid her cheeks now—fingers outlining the yet-sensitive edge of her asshole. It quivered beneath my contact—swollen, reactive, recalling every ruthless inch I’d shoved in.

"Still sore... still leaking a little of my cum from last night... but your greedy little hole’s already winking at me again. Hungry for round two?"

She whined—sharp and yearning—nodding wildly against my shoulder.

"Please... don’t tease...