Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

”Oh god... that cock... ” It’s throbbing so hard inside her,” she groaned, voice thick and needy. ”I can practically feel it from here—veins pulsing, head flaring every thrust. Fuck the research... I just want to watch you breed something real. Her pussy’s dripping like a faucet—bet it’d suck you in like a vacuum if you switched...”

Nathalie’s moans grew louder, naughtier, filling the room like a siren’s call. ”Ahh... yes, baby... rub my clit harder... mmm, fuck, it feels so good... like your cock’s teasing me from below... oh god, I’m so close... make me squirt on that fake whore while you fuck her brains out...” Her hips bucked wildly, grinding her swollen lips against the doll’s mound, chasing every indirect nudge from my thrusts.

Fresh arousal gushed from her, soaking the silicone and trickling down to coat my shaft where it pistoned in and out.

I kept rubbing her clit—faster now, slick fingers sliding easily through her mess—while my hips snapped forward, burying myself to the hilt in the cool grip of the doll.

The contrast was maddening: the toy’s unyielding tightness versus Nathalie’s hot, living heat pressing down from above.

Olivia stepped even closer, her free hand reaching out to trace a finger along Nathalie’s thigh, collecting a smear of wetness. ”Mmm, taste this,” she purred, popping the finger into her own mouth and sucking noisily.

”Your wife’s cunt juice is so fucking sweet... bet it’s even better straight from the source. God, I want to bury my face in there and lick her clean while he fucks you...”

Nancy whimpered in agreement, her fingers pumping deeper into herself with obscene wet sounds. ”Yeah... lick her, Olivia... make her scream... I want to see her cum all over that doll, then maybe we can take turns riding him next. Fuck, my hole’s clenching just thinking about it—empty and aching for that fat dick...”

She leaned in, breath hot against my shoulder, and nipped at my skin lightly. ”Come on, Mr. Dexter... thrust harder... make her beg for the real thing...”

Anya groaned louder, her hand working furiously under her pants, hips rocking against her own palm. ”Beg? Shit, she’s already a mess... look at that pussy winking at us, leaking everywhere. I want to spread her wider, watch him slide in and out for real—pound her till she’s raw and screaming. Fuck, I’m gonna cum just from this... my clit’s on fire...”

Nathalie’s naughty moans escalated into full-throated cries, her body trembling atop the doll. ”Oh fuck... yes... pinch my clit... ahh, baby, it’s throbbing so hard... mmm, I can feel your cock bumping up against me... god, I need it inside... please... oh shit, I’m gonna cum... make me cum like a slut...” Her back arched, toes curling in her heels as another wave built inside her.

But it wasn’t enough—the illusion was teasing her to the edge without pushing her over. Her eyes locked on mine, wild and desperate, and in a sudden surge of jealousy-fueled need, she reached down between us.

Her fingers wrapped around the slick base of my cock—right where it met the doll’s stretched entrance—and yanked hard.

The silicone released me with a wet pop, my shaft springing free, glistening and veined, throbbing angrily in the open air. A thick string of pre-cum and mixed fluids stretched from the tip back to the toy’s gaping hole before snapping and splattering across her thigh.

”No more fucking plastic,” Nathalie growled, voice husky and commanding, all humiliation burned away by pure hunger. She gripped me tighter—fingers barely meeting around the girth—and angled the swollen head straight up toward her own dripping cunt.

”This cock is mine... put it where it belongs... ahh, yes... feel how wet I am for you...” She pushed down as she guided me in, the fat head parting her puffy lips with ease. Her pussy swallowed me inch by inch—hot, velvet walls clenching greedily around my length, still slick from earlier loads and fresh arousal.

”Oh god... mmm, fuck yes... stretch me again... deeper... ahh, baby, your cock feels so good... so thick... filling my slutty hole...” She moaned naughtily, rolling her hips to take me all the way, bottoming out with a wet slap as her ass met my hips.

The doll forgotten beneath her, she started riding me hard—up and down, grinding her clit against my pubic bone on every downstroke. ”Yes... pound me... make me your whore... oh fuck, I’m already cumming... ahh, yes, yes, yesss!”

Olivia watched with wide eyes, her fingers still twisting her nipple while the other hand rubbed her own crotch through her scrubs.

”Holy shit... she just stole it back... look at her pussy sucking him in like that... god, I want a turn so bad... bet she’d let me lick where they join... taste them both...” She dropped to her knees without thinking, crawling closer for a better view, breath coming in hot pants against Nathalie’s thigh.

Nancy followed suit, kneeling on the other side, her face inches from the action. ”Fuck yeah... ride him, Nathalie... milk that cock... mmm, I can smell how wet you are... dripping down his balls already... shit, I’m fingering myself harder now... gonna cum watching you get bred...”

Anya stood transfixed, hand buried deep in her pants, fingers pumping in time with Nathalie’s bounces. ”Oh fuck... that’s it... take him deep... your cunt’s gripping him so tight... I can see it pulsing... god, I need to feel something inside me too... maybe my fingers aren’t enough... maybe I should join in...”

Nathalie’s naughty moans filled every corner of the room—high, filthy, unashamed. ”Ahh... harder, baby... slam into me... mmm, your cock’s hitting my spot... oh god, yes... fuck my married pussy... make it yours... ahh, I’m such a needy slut for you... cum inside me again... fill me up till I overflow...”

She bounced faster, her breasts heaving under her disheveled blouse, nipples hard and straining against the fabric. Each downstroke made her ass cheeks jiggle, the wet slaps echoing louder as her pussy clenched and released around me in rhythmic spasms.

I grabbed her hips, thrusting up to meet her, driving deeper with every stroke. The heat of her real body—clenching, alive, desperate—eclipsed the doll entirely.

Olivia couldn’t resist anymore; she leaned in and licked a long stripe along Nathalie’s inner thigh, chasing a trail of dripping wetness up toward where we joined. ”Mmm... tastes like heaven... let me clean you both... please...”

Nancy mirrored her, tongue flicking out to lap at my balls on an upstroke. ”Yes... so salty... so full... fuck, cum for her... I want to see it leak out...”

Anya finally broke, shoving her pants down to her knees and fingering herself openly—two fingers, then three—moaning in sync with Nathalie. ”Shit... yes... breed her... pump her full... god, I’m cumming... watching you fuck like animals...”