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

"God, hear that sloppy hole," Angela murmured from our side, inching nearer on her knees. Without pause, she extended her hands, grasping Mira’s full breasts firmly—squeezing the tender flesh vigorously, thumbs brushing across the stiff, dark nipples.

"These breasts are pleading to be toyed with as you’re stretched wide, right, sister? See those erect nipples—Jack never tugged them this way, huh?"

Mira’s head tilted backward, a choked cry escaping her lips while I thrust fully inside—my shaft embedded completely, testicles snug against her drenched rear. Her inner walls convulsed fiercely around me, clenching in uncontrolled rhythms, drawing at me as if eager for every bit right away.

"N-no... he—he never... ahh—Sister Angela—!" Mira stuttered, her tone timid and fractured, face flushing deep red despite her hips circling subtly on instinct, rubbing her clit against my pelvis. "Please... don’t mock me... it’s humiliating..."

A low, sultry chuckle came from Angela, her fingers clamping Mira’s nipples—turning them just sufficient to force Mira to bow and yelp.

"Humiliating? Sweetie, you’re mounting my husband’s dick right before our eyes like an eager slut, your bushy slit gaping around him, leaking all over. And you flush over me handling your breasts? That’s precious."

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

Mira’s frame shuddered entirely, her pussy gripping my cock so tightly that a deep rumble sounded from my chest. "Oh—god—Angela—your mouth—! It’s—overwhelming—!" she whined, her voice splintering into bashful, arousing begs. "I—I’ve never... nobody’s ever nursed them so... Jack just... he hardly caressed... please—keep going—!"

Then I began moving—deliberate, profound hip motions that slid my girthy length against her quivering insides, striking every overlooked area within.

Every drive elicited her gasps and groans, the damp smack of flesh meeting flesh resounding in the illuminated cavern. Her breasts heaved with each push, shaking in Angela’s grasp as she massaged and tweaked, twirling the nipples until they swelled deep crimson.

"Say it, Mira," Angela whispered against the slick surface of Mira’s chest, releasing the nipple with a lewd pop. "Tell your fresh sister how superior my husband’s cock is compared to that worthless tiny thing from Jack. Describe how stuffed you feel now—how your needy, starving pussy is at last receiving what it’s yearned for."

Mira’s eyelids drifted closed, tears from excess sensation trailing her cheeks as I accelerated—pounding her more forcefully, hips bucking to sink myself fully with each motion. Her slit produced obscene, squishing sounds around me, fluids bubbling at my root, trickling to drench my balls and the padding below.

"I—I can’t—focus—!" Mira wept, yet the confession spilled forth regardless, hesitant and lewd and quivering. "Dexter’s cock... it’s so fat... filling me so profoundly... Jack’s was—ahh!—nothing comparable... he never stuffed me... never left me this stuffed... this—drenched... oh god, Angela—your fingers—twist stronger—please—!"

With a devious smile, Angela complied, wrenching both nipples fiercely as I rammed upward into Mira’s throbbing pussy. "Yes, sister... plead for it. Crave your husband’s dick and your sister’s touch. See you—bouncing on him like it’s your destiny, slit frothing over him. You’ll climax so intensely you’ll flood the mat, won’t you? You’ll yell for us as we see you unravel."

From her position kneeling nearby, Lisa had shoved her shorts aside, her fingers plunged deeply into her own slit while observing. "Damn, Mira... your entrance’s clutching him so firmly I spot the ridges on his shaft each withdrawal. That furry pussy’s devouring him entirely—notice the froth encircling his length. You’re creating such chaos... Jack would’ve finished in half a minute and turned away. Dexter’s set to wreck you for ages."

A snarl rose from me, my hand moving to clasp Mira’s neck—not squeezing, merely securing—angling her chin up so I could observe her expression as I drove into her fiercer. "Come on, baby girl... let me sense that snug pussy climax. Clench me like the needy little spouse you are."

Mira’s groans shifted to shattered wails, her hips crashing down to greet every fierce plunge. "Dexter—please—I’m—going to—Sister Angela—tweak me—nurse me—fuck—I’m climaxing—!"

Angela fastened her mouth on one nipple once more—drawing strongly, teeth nipping—while her digits tormented the other without mercy. Mira broke apart.

Her pussy seized like a vice, insides writhing in fierce tremors around my cock as she shrieked—unrestrained, bold, reverberating through the cavern. Fluids spurted out in warm bursts, saturating my lap, streaming down my balls in heavy streams. Her entire form quaked, breasts jiggling frantically in Angela’s hold, legs quivering so violently she almost toppled ahead.

Yet I persisted.

Through her peak, I continued thrusting—extended, severe motions that prolonged each tremor, causing her to sob and mewl as heightened sensitivity arrived.

"Too intense—too intense—Dexter!" she panted, though her hips still circled faintly, pursuing the excess like an compulsion.

With a moist smack, Angela let go of her nipple, running her tongue over her lips while gazing at our connection. "See that frothy chaos... she peaked so fiercely she’s still throbbing on you. Well done, Mira. Now continue mounting—our husband has more in store for you. Far from over."

From beside, Lisa groaned, her fingers quickening pace. "Shit... I crave my go next. Seeing her pounded that way... I’m soaked."

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

"Round two, wives," I rumbled, resuming thrusts—methodical, profound, unyielding. "Mira’s only beginning. And this evening... we’ll ensure she forgets Jack entirely."

Mira’s timid, fractured whimpers evolved into keen, obscene groans as Angela’s hands revisited her breasts, tweaking and caressing, while I pounded her into oblivion beneath the harsh, glaring illumination—our newest sister fully possessed, in flesh and spirit.

I refused to allow Mira to recover from her gushing climax—not a moment. Her form remained shuddering, rear twitching in faint, rippling echoes around the bottom of my cock, pussy still leaking in languid, weary throbs onto the drenched mat. But I wasn’t through devastating her. Not remotely.