Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 469: Punishing Nathalie

At first, I stayed silent.

I remained in place, allowing the thick silence to linger, making her endure each moment of exposure—fingers buried deep in her soaking slit, gasping my name like a frantic whore as she pounded herself relentlessly.

Nathalie averted her gaze in humiliation, yet her pussy revealed her true desires entirely. Her inner muscles gripped her fingers tightly, a fresh glob of her slick nectar spilling out and trailing toward her crinkled backdoor.

"You... you witnessed it all, right?" she murmured, her tone fracturing under mortification and persistent lust. "Caught me crying out your name... pleading for your dick... slamming my bushy little pussy like a desperate tramp..."

Finally, she began withdrawing her fingers—deliberately, hesitantly—the slick, slurping noise echoing obscenely through the still room. Her digits came out shining, draped in sticky strands of her essence that pulled apart and fell onto the bedding. Her fuzzy pussy folds remained parted, throbbing faintly, her clit engorged and darkened.

"I... I was merely... fantasizing about you," she confessed softly, abashed, avoiding my stare. "All day long, I’ve been aching with horniness... my cunt wouldn’t stop throbbing... I attempted to resist, but visions of you flipping me over and destroying me overwhelmed me..."

She nibbled her lip once more, legs quivering, her snug asshole twitching as yet another droplet of her wetness slid down.

"You’re such a tease..." she muttered feebly, lacking true resentment—merely eager, aroused shame. "Bursting in unannounced... spying on me as I plunged my fingers into myself like a worthless slut... beholding how soaked my furry pussy becomes just from chanting your name..."

I advanced nearer, looming above her splayed, bare form.

Nathalie’s breathing stuttered. She kept her thighs apart. Didn’t shield her leaking pussy. She simply reclined—breasts heaving, bushy slit fully exposed, back entrance gleaming with her fluids—anticipating.

Her words softened to a timid, lustful murmur, heavy with urgent craving:

"...Will you discipline me for acting like such a naughty vixen?"

I offered no verbal reply.

Instead, I extended my hand, undid my zipper, and freed my girthy, pulsing shaft. It bounced out—weighty, veined, rigid as steel, the bloated violet tip already oozing a fat pearl of precum that slid languidly along the length.

Nathalie’s eyes bulged at once, her inhale a lewd, breathy squeak as she ogled it ravenously.

"Tell me," I growled deeply and gravelly, pumping my plump dick leisurely before her reddened features, "how ought I chastise a depraved little tramp who stuffs her bushy pussy while wailing my name like a frantic bitch?"

Nathalie clamped her lip fiercely until it paled. Her pussy contracted noticeably, yet another creamy rivulet escaping to coat her taut asshole. She shuddered with humiliation and fierce desire.

Speechless now, she slid from the bed, spun about, and draped herself over its rim like the eager slut she embodied.

She curved her spine sharply, thrusting her round, succulent rear at me, then gripped her cheeks with both hands and brazenly pried them apart.

Her snug little rosebud blinked at me—rosy, wrinkled, still slick from her own flowing arousal. Beneath, her hairy slit was a drenched, puffy wreck—dense black curls sodden and sparkling, swollen folds splayed lewdly, clit erect and pulsing like a mini prick.

"How about this spot...?" she breathed, tone saturated with crude yearning. She shook her hips playfully, causing her tight asshole to quiver enticingly.

"I’ve been a wicked little fucktoy... rubbing my sopping, hairy pussy while daydreaming of you... perhaps you ought to discipline my snug, filthy little backdoor... gape it wide and ram it brutally until I sob and plead like the ass-craving whore I truly am..."

My palm crashed onto her plump ass—a resounding, crisp SMACK that sent her fleshy globe rippling wildly and flushing crimson.

"Aaaaaaah... mmm... yes!" Nathalie wailed loudly, her cry dissolving into a fractured, whorish keen. "Spank harder... I’ve earned it... such a filthy tramp I’ve been... toying with my bushy cunt and howling your name like a mindless bitch... punish my whorish asshole... please..."

I seized her ass globes firmly and yanked them further apart. Abruptly, I bent forward and trailed my tongue over her tight asshole—deliberate, sloppy, and depraved. I lapped at her crinkled entrance firmly, circling the tender rim, savoring the earthy, tangy sweetness of her excitement blended with her ass’s subtle flavor.

Nathalie’s thighs quaked fiercely.

"Oh fuck—! Yes... devour my nasty little shithole..." she groaned crudely, grinding her rear into my mouth like a ravenous slut. "Tongue-fuck it... ram your tongue into my ass depths... pleasure your dirty whore... my furry pussy leaks endlessly as you rim my asshole... please... keep going... I’m your ultimate filthy anal bitch..."

I devoured her more intensely—extended, lewd laps from her engorged clit up to her spasming asshole, slurping and sucking her intimate spot while she gasped and mewled like an adult film star. I held her teetering on the brink—probing her ass with my tongue, nursing her clit, then withdrawing right as orgasm neared.

Nathalie was unraveling completely.

"Fuck... Dexter... please... I’m right there... stop tormenting me... I must climax... I’ll do whatever... just allow me to explode on your tongue... or your dick... please, I’m pleading like a bargain-basement slut..."

I rose tall behind her, my cock twitching fiercely in the air, precum beading from the crown. Without preamble, I aligned the bulbous, dripping head of my shaft to her taut, saliva-coated asshole and drove forward—abrupt, profound, and ruthless.

Nathalie’s eyes snapped wide.

"Aaaaaaah—! Fuck—! It’s huge!" she shrieked, her voice hoarse and lewd as her snug asshole yielded obscenely to my thick pole.

"Oh god... you’re tearing my ass apart... it stings so damn deliciously... plunge deeper... demolish my filthy little shithole... make it yawn for you... transform me into your exclusive anal cumslut...!"

I clamped her broad hips and commenced pumping—methodical yet forceful thrusts, embedding more of my meaty cock into her vise-like asshole each time.

Nathalie’s cries escalated to raucous, obscene shrieks as I hammered her ass fiercer, her enormous breasts swaying madly below, her hairy pussy weeping untouched in heavy strands to the floor.

"Yes! Pound my ass—! Treat me like a bargain anal tramp—!" she implored without shame, bucking back at me, her asshole squeezing hungrily on my cock. "Deeper... destroy it... widen my shithole... I crave your scorching load buried in my bowels... impregnate my nasty asshole... please... flood your depraved slut till I ooze for days...!"

I smacked her ass once more—fiercely—observing the plump flesh quake as I slammed into her from rear, her tight rim distending broadly and blanching around my girthy cock.