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

I withdrew gradually—intentionally—observing as her battered entrance yawned open for a moment, the rosy inner folds shining and quivering, struggling to seal shut yet too distended to succeed at once. A dense strand of her slick fluids mixed with my pre-cum linked the tip of my shaft to her damaged rim before it broke apart, trailing down her cleft.

Mira let out a pitiful whine, her hips jerking ahead as if her form pleaded 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, tugging 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 thick tip of my cock onto her open asshole—once, twice, three times—each damp smack causing her to flinch and yelp. "This hole was designed for my cock, Mira. You pleaded for it before—whined like a slut when I first entered. Now you’re going to endure every savage inch until I stuff you so completely my cum seeps out for days."

Angela twisted Mira’s nipples more firmly, turning them until new tears flowed. "Hear that, sister? Your husband’s not requesting. He’s commanding you. That eager little asshole’s about to get demolished again—thoroughly this time. No pity. No withdrawal until he coats your insides white."

Lisa inched even nearer, her face close to the scene, digits still plunged into her own slit. "Fuck... see how it’s pulsing at him. Still parted, still craving. She’s gonna shriek when he rams back in."

I positioned myself once more—tip nudging that glossy, swollen rim—and surged ahead in a single ferocious drive. No prelude. No tenderness. My shaft impaled her fully in one ruthless lunge, widening her asshole broadly around my thickness. The lewd squelch of her passage engulfing me entirely was depraved, chased right away by the solid slap of my balls against her drenched folds.

Mira’s cry rent the cavern air—harsh, startled, fractured.

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

Her entire frame seized up, spine curving sharply as if it might break. Tears streamed down her cheeks like floods, blending with saliva drooling from her slack jaws. Yet her hips—disloyal, desperate—thrust backward against me, drawing me further even amid her cries.

I refused her even a moment to recover.

I began hammering into her—fierce, rapid, pitiless. Extended, corrective plunges that drew nearly completely out—retaining only the tip, as her ring gripped desperately—then crashed back fully, balls striking her nub with slick, steady force. Each drive forced another feeble squirt from her, her pussy gripping empty air while her asshole squeezed me like a vice.

"Endure it, you dirty little slut," I snarled, my voice heavy with desire and dominance. "This ass belongs to me now. Sense how profoundly I reach? Sense my cock reshuffling your insides? You’ll limp tomorrow—seed oozing from this destroyed passage with every movement."

Mira’s cries morphed into an unbroken, splintered howl—phrases hardly clear amid sobs 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 cackled viciously, striking Mira’s jiggling breasts firmly enough to imprint red marks. "Mercy? You don’t deserve mercy, sister. You deserve to be stuffed. You deserve to be owned. See how your hole’s yawning around him—rosy and demolished, holding on like it refuses to let him go. Plead for his load instead. Plead him to seed your nasty little asshole."

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

"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 thrust into her more intensely—quicker—pelvis clashing with savage power, balls pounding her sopping entrance so forcefully it rang like sodden claps. Her asshole clenched erratically, undulating in wild surges, drawing me toward climax.

"Fuck—here it comes, baby girl," I growled, clutching her hips tightly enough to bruise. "Gonna inundate this snug little ass—brand you internally—ensure you always remember who possesses you."

One last, ferocious plunge—sinking fully—and I detonated.

Scorching, dense bursts of cum surged into her depths, coating her walls pure white. Surge after surge—ceaseless, potent—stuffing her until pressure mounted, her asshole squeezing frantically around me as if to trap every bit.

Mira shrieked once more—piercing 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—cunt spurting feebly once more against my battering balls, asshole contracting so intensely it extracted every final strand from me. Seed began seeping around my length—creamy white streams sliding down her divide, mingling with her essence and gathering on the bedding.

I kept her skewered, churning deeply, allowing her to sense the concluding throbs—permitting her asshole to flutter and grasp my gradually softening cock within her devastated passage.

As I eventually extracted myself—methodical, purposeful—the view was depraved: her asshole remained agape, rosy and ravaged, a heavy flow of my cum cascading out in a languid, milky cascade, trickling along her legs, drenching all below.

Mira slumped frontward onto her belly—rear elevated, quaking, seed flowing steadily from her widened hole—sobbing faintly in drained, overpowering ecstasy.

Angela caressed her drenched tresses, her words soft now yet lewd. "See that gorgeous chaos... brimming full. Our fresh sister’s asshole is now truly owned. Dripping husband’s cum like the ideal cum receptacle she’s become."

Lisa groaned, edging ahead to lick the milky path along Mira’s leg. "Fuck... I want to sample it. Want to tidy her up as she trembles."

I positioned myself rearward of Mira, slipping two digits into her open, semen-laden ass—driving my essence further, eliciting her mewl and jerk.

"You’re ours now, Mira," I whispered, tone subdued and claiming. "Every opening. Every cry. Every bit of cum. No return."

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

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

Beneath the vivid cavern glow, encircled by her adopted kin, our latest spouse rested demolished, saturated, and completely possessed—seed continuing to ooze from her wrecked asshole as the evening lingered, hinting at further indulgences.