Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 473: Jennifer’s Under-Table Surprise

Nathalie gave an obedient nod, her cheeks remaining flushed while her legs appeared somewhat shaky. She drew in a deep breath to steady herself, then pushed the door open and exited into the corridor.

Her departure drew my close attention. With each step slightly spread apart, her ass swayed noticeably.

Occasionally, she halted briefly, squeezing her thighs as she fought to prevent the cum-drenched panties from moving within her stretched asshole.

The sheer night robe hugged her curves tightly, and I pictured vividly how the plug would push my warm seed even deeper with every motion or when she sat.

Once, she looked over her shoulder, eyes brimming with anxious thrill and utter submission, before heading onward to the dining spot where Jennifer and Emily awaited.

I exited via the side door, looped around the house, and entered the dining room through the front as if coming back from outdoors. Emily remained ignorant of my complete reality, and I preferred maintaining that secrecy temporarily.

Upon stepping into the cozy-lit dining room, my gaze fixed on Nathalie. Positioned right across from me, her flimsy, silky night robe scarcely hid her voluptuous form.

A slight slip in the fabric exposed the sleek stretch of her lengthy, firm legs beneath the table.

Thighs clamped firmly, she strained to secure the cum-saturated panties wedged far into her recently ravaged, wide-open asshole. The slightest adjustment caused my dense load to churn within her shithole.

A bright smile lit Jennifer's face at my arrival. "Dexter... you’re finally here. Come, sit down and have dinner with us."

I acknowledged with a nod and settled into my chair. Emily, shy yet easing after my earlier disclosure, promptly set up my plate, ladling ample portions onto it with rosy cheeks.

The arrangement screamed depravity: Jennifer positioned immediately to my left, Emily beside her mom, and Nathalie directly opposite, offering a prime view of her reddened features and those extended legs ripe for my assault.

After filling my glass high with water, Jennifer leaned in near, her warm breath grazing my ear as she murmured dirtily, "You were quite rough with Nathalie earlier... and you kept pounding her asshole even while I was talking to her through the door. You are so fucking bad... I could hear her trying not to moan like a whore."

Retreating with a sly grin, she added, "You deserve to be punished for that, you filthy bastard."

I had no chance to reply before Jennifer "accidentally" let her spoon fall with a gentle clink.

"Oops... let me get that," she claimed with feigned innocence.

Emily jumped in swiftly, "Mom, just leave it. I’ll grab another one."

Jennifer declined with a teasing shake of her head. "No, no. At least let me pick it up."

She glided smoothly beneath the tablecloth. Instantly hidden, her fingers trailed up my legs.

Zip down she tugged, freeing my thick, weighty cock—still tacky and pungent from Nathalie’s snug shithole and my recent cum—before plunging her face onto it like a ravenous slut.

Deep inhales savored the raunchy aroma of ass and spunk, followed by her throat engulfing it in a messy, slurping gulp. Her tongue lapped hungrily at the tip, savoring every nasty remnant of Nathalie’s asshole amid quiet, lewd slurps from below.

A few vigorous bobs brought muffled gags, then she withdrew with a slick pop, saliva threads linking her lips.

"Here, got it!" she chirped happily upon resurfacing, spoon in hand as if all were routine. Her lips glistened, puffed slightly.

Resuming her seat beside me, Jennifer appeared utterly composed. Yet beneath, her grip encircled my rigid, saliva-coated cock, pumping it deliberately and dirtily—firm, drawn-out strokes base to crown, milking the bloated head and distributing the residual ass slime across my length.

A smirk crossed my face as I extended my legs, my bare foot landing in Nathalie’s lap. Contact with her bushy, puffy pussy via the delicate robe sent her jolting sharply.

A stifled, guttural moan burst forth before she quelled it—"Mmmph...!"

Lip bitten fast, she masked it as a cough, though the noise betrayed her. Legs quaking, as my big toe traced leisurely along her sopping cunt lips, parting the slick, furry divide and bearing down on her pulsing clit.

Emily glanced up from her meal, puzzled. "Aunt Nathalie... is everything okay? You sounded... weird just now."

Crimson flooded Nathalie’s cheeks. Fingers dug into the table edge, thighs shuddering while my toe drew obscene loops on her engorged clit, fresh pussy nectar bathing my foot.

"Y-yes... I’m fine, Emily," she stammered, tone quivering and airy. "I just... bit my tongue a little while eating. It’s nothing."

Relentless, I bore down stronger, toe gliding through her fuzzy pussy lips, toying at her opening as the cum-filled panties stayed lodged deep in her asshole, heightening her stuffed sensation.

Ragged breaths rattled Nathalie. A faint, choked whine leaked—"Nngh..."—hips bucking subtly against my sole.

Beneath the table, Jennifer’s fist clenched tighter on my cock, pumping quicker, thumb circling the cum-glazed tip as she dined nonchalantly with her free hand, feigning normalcy.

Concern lingered on Emily’s face. "Are you sure? Your face is really red... and you keep squirming."

Hard swallow from Nathalie, battling yet another moan while my toe accelerated on her clit, juices flowing freely. Strained and throaty, her words emerged:

"I-I’m okay, sweetheart... really. The food is just... a little spicy tonight. That’s all."

The hidden table chaos raged on. Jennifer milked my cock with slick, nasty jerks, my foot ravaging Nathalie’s furry pussy, forcing her to suppress screams before oblivious Emily.

Violent shudders wracked Nathalie’s long legs, toes clenching as neutrality cracked, her stifled gasps and quivers signaling imminent breakdown.

Dinner had morphed into a lair of utter perversion—two lustful women covertly pleasuring me as naive Emily dined, blind to the sordid antics unfolding underneath.