Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 429: Angela’s Shithole Gapes

Angela let out a shattered sob-moan, her form shuddering violently as Lisa's tongue thrust further—twisting beyond the swollen, battered edge into the warm, quivering interior.

I heard every bit: the slick, slurping intrusions, the eager gulps while Lisa sucked my load directly from the origin, her face pressed into Angela’s cleft, breathing in the pungent odor of ass-sweat, semen, and squirt as if it were her very lifeblood.

Lisa's grip remained firm on those marked cheeks, prying them apart even more ruthlessly, her digits pressing fresh marks into the flushed skin to maintain that open, defenseless orifice.

"Mmmph—Boss—your ass tastes so damn dirty," Lisa murmured into the slippery surface, her words stifled yet laced with whorish adoration, her tongue withdrawing briefly to hawk a heavy glob of spit onto the spasming ring before plunging back inside.

"Salty semen blended with your filthy hole-sweat—god, it’s gripping my tongue—still slack from his thick dick—!! I sense it throbbing, craving more—!!"

I chuckled with dark malice, adjusting my position to rub my rigid erection—now thoroughly resurrected, ridged and pulsing like iron—down the valley of Angela’s rear, streaking the dripping precum across Lisa’s moving head.

"You hear that, wife? Your staff member is labeling your shitter ’nasty.’ And she’s spot on—it’s a ruined, semen-dripping drain now, courtesy of me. But rest assured, I’m far from finished claiming it."

Suddenly, I pulled back and brought my hand down sharply on Angela’s left cheek—PHHHHAT—the strike so fierce it raised her hip from the mat, the force waving through her wobbling flesh.

Angela cried out—piercing and primal—her asshole squeezing tightly around Lisa’s probing tongue, releasing a new burst of confined air and semen that dotted Lisa’s chin. "H-Husband—!! Fuck—my ass—it’s burning—!! Don’t—!!" Yet her objection melted into a deep groan as another gush erupted from her pussy—scalding, powerful streams shooting upward and splattering over Lisa’s breasts, drenching the flimsy material until it stuck sheer to her erect nipples.

Lisa showed no hesitation. In fact, it fueled her further—her available hand darting between Angela’s legs to seize that engorged, tormented clit, circling it with fierce, ceaseless motions using her thumb while two fingers drove fully into the gushing vagina.

"Squirt all over me, Boss—!! Soak your filthy assistant as I devour your semen-stuffed ass—!! Your clit’s so damn rigid—swollen like a tiny dick—I’m gonna force you to flood me until I’m submerged in your whore-sap—!!"

The combined attack shattered Angela utterly. She writhed beneath me—frantic and unhinged—howling through clenched jaws as her form turned against her in the most depraved manner.

"Lisa—your fingers—teasing my clit—!! Tongue in my shithole—!! Husband—watching—!! I can’t—!! I’m gonna—FUCK—!!" Her speech broke into a fragmented cry, pussy spasming around Lisa’s fingers as a tremendous climax tore through her.

Squirt burst forth in ceaseless, flooding spurts—dousing Lisa’s visage, her locks, my limb—staining the mat with a warm pool of her humiliation. Her asshole twitched madly, sucking at Lisa’s tongue like a voracious maw, expelling additional creamy strands of semen that Lisa lapped up hungrily, groaning as though she’d perish without it.

I refused to ease off. Seized Angela’s hips in a crushing hold and lifted her rear upward—regardless of her slump—arranging her like a dog in estrus on hands and knees, her face still buried in the drenched sleeping bag.

My shaft—glistening with her rear fluids and my saliva—thwacked solidly against her split once, twice, the plump tip tracing viscous paths over her ring.

"You believe one deposit suffices for this ravenous rear entrance? No way, slut. I’m going to tear it apart—pound it till it’s forever slack, oozing my essence for days. Plead for it. Inform your husband and your slutty sentinel how desperately you require your untouched ass demolished once more."

Angela’s head drooped, gaze unfocused and vacant, saliva trailing from her open mouth. "P-Please—Husband—!! Destroy my ass—!! Fuck it without mercy—!! Widen my shithole further—make it ache so sweetly—!! Lisa—keep stroking—force me to squirt as he fills me—!! I’m your anal cumrag—your squirting fuckmeat—!! Pound me—ruin me—!!"

Lisa extracted her tongue with a moist smack—Angela’s orifice yawning lewdly, a rosy void leaking the final remnants of semen—then hawked a nasty spitball directly onto the quivering edge. "Go for it, sir—!! Shove that beast dick back inside her—!! I want to watch her asshole engulf you to the hilt—listen to her shriek while I finger-bang her messy pussy—!!" Her fingers persisted—now three sturdy ones spreading within Angela’s vagina, thumb crushing the clit as if aiming to pulverize it, wet noises permeating the air like an adult film score.

I positioned the swollen tip of my cock against that fluttering, maltreated circle—no lubrication this round, merely the leftovers of our chaos—and surged ahead with utter ruthlessness. No gradual expansion, no playful entry.

Simply a ferocious, bone-jarring push that shoved the head beyond her clenching barrier in one brutal snap, the shaft piercing profoundly in a lone, unyielding slide until my testicles smacked solidly against her squirting folds. Her inner walls gripped like an oven—scorching, undulating, throttling my thickness in frantic surges—but I granted her no moment to adapt.

I withdrew sharply—almost exiting entirely, her ring clutching frantically to the ridged shaft—then rammed back in, fiercer, more profound, the damp collision of my pelvis against her marred cheeks resounding like shots.

"Take it—!! You dick-starved anal whore—!!" I bellowed, establishing a brutal tempo—each drive a savage hammer, hitting bottom so intensely her depths sensed the shock. Her asshole expanded lewdly around me— the edge paling from the tension, internal surfaces pulling and fluttering as if attempting to drain me completely.

Each insertion produced obscene, gurgling sounds—gas and semen burping out around my thrusting cock, foaming up in bubbly bands at the root.

Angela’s cries were sheer adult-film—harsh, throaty, splintering into whimpers. "TOO BIG—!! HUSBAND—!! YOUR COCK’S RIPPING MY ASS APART—!! SEARING—EXPANDING—FUCK, I FEEL EVERY RIDGE—EVERY VEIN TEARING MY INSIDES—!! HARDER—!! MERCILESS—!! MAKE IT OOZE SEMEN—!!" Her breasts swayed frantically below, smacking her limbs; perspiration sprayed from her frame with each vicious collision.

Lisa kept in sync—fingers pounding into and out of Angela’s pussy mechanically, flicking that clit with brutal snaps that provoked new gushes every second thrust. "Boss—!! You’re yawning so broad—!! His cock’s flipping your shithole outward—!! Squirt for us—!! Flood my hand while he demolishes you—!! Fuck, your pussy’s gripping—sucking my fingers like it craves another peak—!!"

And she did—repeatedly. Each harsh tap of my balls against her folds dispatched tremors through her essence; her vagina detonated in fierce streams, saturating Lisa’s arm to the forearm, splattering onto my midsection, transforming the mat into a sodden sea of her depraved emission.

I extended an arm to partake in the torment—my palm overlaying Lisa’s on her clit, squeezing and rotating the inflated bud until Angela’s eyes flipped upward, tongue protruding as she muttered senselessly.

"Envious little harlot—receiving your ass hammered to shreds while your sentinel digits you to ruin," I snarled, tugging her hair more forcefully to bow her spine, baring her neck for my fangs to bite into. "Sense that? My cock reshaping your innards—rendering this passage mine eternally. No further complaints about Mira—now you’re both my rear whores, slack and dripping together."