Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 430: Embarrassed Mira Limps to the Tide Pools

Angela's body convulsed once more in an intense full-body spasm, her asshole throbbing like a pounding heart around my shaft, drawing me in with pulsing contractions that almost triggered my climax prematurely. "CUMMING—!! ASS CUMMING—!! HUSBAND—FLOOD MY SHITHOLE—!! BREED IT—!! MAKE ME LEAK FOR WEEKS—!! LISA—RUB HARDER—!! I’M YOUR SQUIRTING ANAL CUMDUMP—!!"

Lisa pressed closer, her spare hand smacking Angela’s dangling breasts—crack-crack—creating angry red marks, while her lips clamped onto a nipple, sucking and nipping with savage hunger. "Yes—!! Squirt all over my face again, Boss—!! Let him stuff you full as I gulp down your pussy nectar—!!"

That pushed me over the edge—thrusting one last time to the hilt, pressing into her core while my dick expanded and exploded.

Stream after searing stream shot into her bowels—dense, unrelenting, coating her insides in white until the buildup overflowed, semen frothing out around my root in creamy spurts that blended with her juices and fell in thick drops onto Lisa’s arm.

I bellowed through the release—keeping her skewered, pelvis bucking with every throb—pumping the seed further, stirring it into a messy foam within her.

Angela slumped forward once more—howling, quivering, her asshole gripping in prolonged tremors—while Lisa withdrew her fingers with a slick pop, then plunged them into her own mouth, devouring Angela’s squirt with ravenous groans. "Tastes like heaven—Boss’s cum-ass and her squirt—fuck, I need it now—!!"

I withdrew gradually—intentionally—observing Angela’s destroyed ring yawn open: a battered, quivering void, inner flesh exposed and fluttering, dribbling my heavy seed in thick, syrupy streams that flowed down her cleft, across her trembling folds, and pooled under her. She mewled weakly, rear still elevated, form slack and exhausted.

I drew Angela closer into my embrace, her bare skin still rosy and tacky from the evening’s debauchery—semen hardening into flaky paths along her inner legs, her asshole remaining a bit swollen and seeping the final lazy bits of my essence with each movement.

I pressed my face into her locks, breathing in the pungent, earthy blend of perspiration, squirt, and intimacy that adhered to her like a scent, then whispered clearly so Lisa caught every lewd word.

"Let’s go to sleep... It’s gonna be morning soon. Good night, wife." I planted a kiss on the back of Angela’s neck, lingering and claiming, allowing my tongue to trace once over the briny surface. "Night, Lisa."

Angela let out a drowsy, satisfied murmur—part groan, part—sigh—her rear nudging back against my softening member as if envisioning another session. She nestled against me like a sated feline, one limb draping over mine, her damp pussy lips leaving a new trail of moisture on my leg.

Lisa remained motionless initially.

She knelt at the mat’s border, legs parted broadly, shorts darkened with wetness at the groin, bosom rising and falling in quick, irritated breaths. Her gaze fixed on us—ravenous, glazed, eyes dilated to near-black in the fading golden lantern glow.

Her nipples poked through the flimsy top as if desperate to escape; one palm lingered at her crotch, digits fidgeting as though on the verge of frantic self-touch right before our eyes. She gnawed her lower lip deeply enough to mark it, a faint, desperate whine slipping out before she stifled it.

I acted oblivious.

I turned to my side, cuddling Angela completely, my palm drifting to grasp her full breast dominantly—thumb idly stroking the sore bud until she exhaled softly. Lisa’s respiration faltered noticeably. I sensed her intense gaze scorching my rear.

Yet, I stayed silent.

Following a prolonged, shaky pause, Lisa crawled to her position on the opposite end—deliberately, unwillingly, each shift radiating discontent.

She settled rigidly, turned from us, but I detected the moist rub of her thighs squeezing, the subtle, suppressed roll of her pelvis against the bedding as she attempted—and missed—relieving the throb in her core. Her breaths remained choppy, irregular, as if battling tears or pleas.

I shut my eyes and surrendered to slumber right away—profound, content, shaft still semi-erect against Angela’s rear like a vow for daybreak.

Upon awakening, dim silver light filtered through the cavern entrance, cooling the atmosphere with fog. Angela remained nestled in my hold, gentle and heated, her respiration steady and calm, one hand casually over my arm. Her buttocks bore subtle crimson palm impressions; as she stirred in repose, a small flake of crusted semen peeled from her inner leg.

Mira was alert.

She rested on her side, oriented toward me, knees tucked, limbs encircling her form as if to conceal the prior events. Her raven tresses were disheveled, face blazing scarlet, the instant our gazes connected. She stiffened—eyes huge, alarmed—like a startled animal in beams. Her mouth opened in a soundless intake; I saw her neck bob as she gulped.

I grinned languidly and dirtily, tone hushed and raspy from rest.

"Good morning, my little wife."

Mira’s inhalation caught. She clamped both palms over her features, a humiliated keen seeping through her digits.

"Oh my god... what have I done... I’m so embarrassed..."

Her tone broke—tiny, quivering, yet beneath lurked that identical desperate hint from the previous evening, the sort that made her rear tighten around my shaft even as she feigned resistance.

I rose gradually, permitting the bedding to slip off so my nude frame was fully revealed—dick already swelling anew at her blushing mortification.

I extended, encircled her midsection with one limb, and hauled her to me in a firm, owning clinch. Her exposed breasts mashed into my torso; her rigid peaks scraped my flesh like tiny flames. She inhaled sharply, palms darting to my arms—not repelling, merely gripping as if anchoring herself.

"There’s nothing to be embarrassed about," I rumbled near her ear, mouth grazing the curve, warm exhale causing her to tremble. "You’re mine now."

I allowed one hand to glide along her spine—measured, purposeful—until my fingers cradled the plump swell of her rear. I gripped firmly, digits sinking into the yielding meat, parting her globe slightly to sense the residual warmth from stretching her untouched passage the night before. She mewled once more, legs squeezing, yet she held still.

Mira hid her face in my collar, words stifled and unsteady.

"I... I let you... in my ass... right next to them... I came so hard I cried..., and I liked it..."

Her admission concluded with a fragile, fractured groan. I detected new dampness glazing her inner legs where they met mine—her slit already weeping, undermining all her shame.

I laughed deeply, sinister, tugging her lobe with my teeth.

"That’s right, baby girl. You took my cock like a good little wife—quiet, desperate, asshole gripping me so tight I thought you’d snap it off. And you squirted just from the stretch... didn’t you? Dripping down my balls while Angela listened and pretended not to finger herself."

Mira quaked fiercely, pelvis shifting ahead instinctively—rubbing her drenched folds against the rigid bar of my cock wedged between us. A new flood of her essence bathed my length; I groaned at the obscene warmth.

"Look at you," I whispered, slipping my hand into her cleft now—fingers outlining the still-sensitive edge of her asshole. It quivered at my contact—swollen, raw, recalling every harsh thrust I’d imposed.

"Still sore... still leaking a little of my cum from last night... but your greedy little hole’s already winking at me again. Hungry for round two?"

She whimpered—piercing and craving—nodding wildly against my frame.

"Please... don’t tease...