Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Nathalie nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she continued to rub my cock against her, her liquid coating my length, the sound of our bodies slick and obscene in the quiet room. ”D-Dexter,” she whispered, her voice trembling, ”does it feel better?”

I let out another groan, my body trembling as if I were on the verge of release. ”Y-yes, wife,” I panted, my voice breaking, my cock twitching violently in her grip. ”It—it feels so good. Don’t stop.”

Anya’s eyes darkened, her gaze locked onto my cock as it slid against Nathalie’s folds, her own breath coming faster, her fingers tightening around the clipboard until it creaked.

The room was filled with the sounds of our ragged breathing, the slick slide of my cock against Nathalie’s wetness, and my low, desperate groans—each one sending another wave of heat through the already charged air.

Nathalie’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around my cock as she continued to rub me against her. ”D-Doctor,” she whispered, her voice trembling, ”it’s working. He’s—he’s getting closer.”

Anya’s voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes locked onto the scene before her. ”Good,” she murmured, her voice thick with something far more shameful than professional concern. ”Keep going, Mrs. Nathalie. He needs this.”

Nathalie nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she continued to rub my cock against her, her liquid dripping onto my length, the sensation almost unbearable. ”D-Dexter,” she whispered, her voice trembling, ”you’re so hard. It’s—it’s working.”

I let out another groan, my body trembling as if I were on the verge of release. ”Aaaah—wife, I—I’m going to—” My voice broke into a whimper, my cock pulsing violently in Nathalie’s grip.

Anya’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her eyes locked onto the scene before her, her professional composure crumbling under the weight of her own arousal. ”Mrs. Nathalie,” she murmured, her voice thick and breathless, ”don’t stop. He’s almost there.”

My fingers dug into Nathalie’s waist, my grip tightening as the pleasure became almost unbearable. The heat of her body, the slickness of her folds, the way her breath hitched every time my cock brushed against her—it was all too much.

”W-wife...” I groaned, my voice breaking with a mix of desperation and need. But as I pulled her closer, the tip of my cock accidentally breached her entrance, slipping inside her with a wet, obscene sound.

Nathalie’s body jerked violently, her breath hitching as she let out a shocked, breathless moan. ”Aaaaaaaah—it’s inside—!” Her fingers clawed at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as her voice trembled between pleasure and protest.

”N-no—it’s too deep—! Aaaaaah—husband, it’s touching my womb—!” Her words dissolved into a high-pitched whimper, her body arching as her walls clenched around me, her voice a mix of pleasure and panic. ”I-it’s so big—! It’s stretching me—! Aaaah—don’t stop—! Don’t stop—!”

Anya’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth parting as if to protest, but no words came out. Her breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the clipboard she still clutched, her knuckles turning white.

”Mr. Dexter—! You can’t just—!” she started, but her voice faltered as she watched my cock sink deeper into Nathalie, her own body betraying her with a flush creeping up her neck.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a guttural groan, I pushed my hips forward, my cock sliding all the way inside Nathalie, filling her completely.

”M-my womb—! Aaaaaaaaaaaah—no—!” Nathalie cried out, her body convulsing as her walls tightened around me, her voice a desperate mix of pleasure and shock.

”It’s too much—! I can feel you—! Aaaah—husband, you’re filling me—!” Her fingers dug into my skin, her nails leaving red marks as her body trembled with the force of my thrust.

The sensation of her tight, wet heat around me was too much. My cock pulsed violently, and with a final, desperate groan, I erupted deep inside her. ”Aaaaaah—Nathalie—!” I growled, my voice raw with pleasure as thick, hot spurts of cum filled her, my release flooding her womb.

Nathalie’s body jerked with every pulse, her walls milking me as she let out a choked scream. ”Aaaaaah—! It’s so hot! I can feel it—! Aaaah—husband, you’re filling me up—!” Her voice broke into a series of breathless moans, her body trembling as my cum spilled deep inside her.

Anya’s breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes wide as she watched, her own body trembling with a mix of shock and something far more shameful—arousal. ”W-what did you just—?!” she stammered, her voice trembling, her gaze locked onto the obscene sight of my cock buried deep inside Nathalie, her thighs glistening with our combined release.

Nathalie’s body convulsed again, her walls clenching around me as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

”Aaaaaah—! It’s too much—! I’m cumming—!” she sobbed, her voice breaking as her body shuddered, her liquid gushing out around my cock, soaking the examination table beneath her. ”Husband—! Aaaah—! I can’t stop—!”

Nathalie’s body convulsed beneath me, her inner walls clenching around the head of my cock like a vice, as if her womb itself refused to let go.

”Aaaaaah—! It’s too much—! I’m cumming—!” she sobbed, her voice breaking into a series of breathless, desperate moans. Her nails dug into the crumpled paper beneath her, her back arching off the table as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

”Husband—! Aaaah—! I can’t stop—!” Her thighs trembled violently, her liquid gushing around my cock in hot, wet pulses, soaking the table beneath her. The sound was obscene, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, mixing with the musk of my own release still dripping from her.

I could feel her womb fluttering around me, her body milking me for every last drop, and I knew this was my chance to push Anya even further. With a dramatic gasp, I let my body go limp, my cock still buried deep inside Nathalie as I pretended to lose control.

”N-Nathalie—!” I groaned, my voice trembling with faux panic.

”S-something’s wrong—! It won’t stop—!” My hips jerked involuntarily, my cock twitching inside her as if I were being electrocuted.

”I-it’s pulling me in—! I can’t move—!” My voice rose to a desperate whimper, my fingers clawing at the table as if I were trapped.

Nathalie’s eyes flew open, her breath hitching as she realized what I was doing. ”D-Doctor—!” she cried out, her voice trembling with a mix of real panic and shameful excitement.

”H-his cock—it’s stuck—! It won’t come out—!” She squirmed beneath me, her body still trembling from her release, her liquid dripping down her thighs.

Anya’s face paled, her eyes widening as she rushed forward, her professional composure shattering completely. ”W-what—?!” she stammered, her voice high-pitched with shock.