Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 481: The Panty in Nathalie’s Ass

I hauled Jennifer along behind me, her breaths panting in quick, harsh bursts, her nails digging into my arm as if she feared I'd vanish.

The atmosphere hung heavy with the aroma of her desire, that musky, captivating fragrance of her craving sticking to her flesh, her dress bunched up at her waist, her pussy shiny and puffy from her frantic self-stroking.

She dripped wet—for me, for the anticipation of what awaited, for the dirty vow of my intentions toward her.

Nathalie’s door stood ajar—a narrow gap, yet sufficient to catch the shadows shifting within, the gentle, steady slaps of slick skin on skin, the soft cries of a woman immersed in her passion.

I didn’t bother knocking.

With a firm, abrupt thrust, I pushed the door wide, its hinges creaking loudly.

And there she lay.

Nathalie—lounged on her bed like a lewd sacrifice, thighs splayed brazenly apart, fingers plunged deep into her soaked pussy up to the knuckles. Her nightgown lay twisted, the sheer material plastered to her perspiration-drenched body, her free hand twisting and pulling her nipple with force enough for bruises.

Her gaze shot to us, eyes bulging in surprise, yet she kept going. Far from halting—her digits accelerated, breaths heaving in frantic pants, legs quivering as she thrust into herself fiercer, deeper, challenging us to stare.

"Well, well, well," I drawled, voice laced with wicked glee, eyes devouring the display. "Look at both of you."

Jennifer nibbled her lip, form curving subtly, gaze darkening with hunger as she absorbed Nathalie—displayed wide, without shame, pussy gleaming, fluids trickling along her legs.

Nathalie’s nightgown bunched at her hips, rear slightly raised from the sheets, and—damn—there it peeked. A hint of something shadowy and taboo emerging from her cleft.

A stuffed panty.

Jammed in her asshole from before.

A deep, satisfied rumble rose from my throat.

"You’re getting more and more shameless," I whispered, tone heavy with ominous intent as I advanced into the room, my aura overwhelming the area, commanding it.

My eyes shifted from one to the other—Jennifer, red-faced and winded, attire rumpled, pussy throbbing from her earlier caresses; Nathalie, parted and depraved, digits plunging wildly into herself, nightgown chaotic, asshole plugged with the sordid token of our prior acts.

Jennifer moved nearer, her tone a throaty whisper. "We can’t help it," she admitted, stare fixed on me, form vibrating with yearning. "Not when you’re so good at what you do."

Nathalie groaned, spine bowing as her fingers drove in and out of her pussy, nectar flowing down her thighs, gathering below. "P-Punish us," she pleaded in a fractured voice, eyes begging as they met mine. "Please... we need it."

I smirked, my cock hardening at their raw pleas, at the view of them—both utterly prepared, eager, utterly without restraint.

"Oh, you will be punished," I vowed, tone a menacing snarl, eyes darting between them like a hunter eyeing quarry.

"Jennifer," I commanded, voice a smooth, entertained murmur as I flung the drenched panties onto the bed by Nathalie, "why don’t you help Nathalie remove that thing from her asshole?"

A sly grin twisted Jennifer’s lips as she approached, hand extending toward the cloth protruding from Nathalie’s cheeks. Nathalie mewled, cheeks blazing with mortification, but she didn’t resist—just clamped her lip, body stiffening as Jennifer’s fingers grazed her asshole, seizing the crammed panty.

"Mmm, looks like someone’s been naughty," Jennifer mocked, voice rich with mirth as she extracted the fabric with a gradual, purposeful yank.

The panty emerged with a slick pop, slick with Nathalie’s arousal—and remnants of my dried seed, proof of our earlier deed still on it. Jennifer dangled it before us, brows arching as she inspected.

"Sister Nathalie," she laughed, inflection teasing yet fond, "did you really think I didn’t notice this before?" She eyed the garments strewn about—Jack’s shirt, Nathalie’s dress, signs of their rushed, frenzied coupling.

"His clothes were on the floor... along with yours." Her digits skimmed the crusted cum on the panty, grin widening. "I guess he must’ve been doing it hard behind the door while you were talking to me, huh?"

Nathalie’s cheeks scorched scarlet, palms rushing to shield her burning face. "I—I—!" she stuttered, pitch shrill with humiliation, form wriggling beneath our stares.

Jennifer chortled, the laugh full and insightful, as she flung the panties back on the bed. "Oh, don’t be shy, darling," she cooed, palm gliding to cradle Nathalie’s chin, compelling eye contact. "We’re all perverts here."

I laughed softly, cock twitching at the spectacle—Nathalie, rattled and bared; Jennifer, daring and brazen, fingers still shiny from Nathalie’s rear.

"Seems like someone couldn’t wait to get fucked again," I teased lowly, advancing as my palm skimmed Nathalie’s hip’s swell. "Did you like having his cock in your ass while you talked to Jennifer?"

Nathalie whined, frame shuddering at my caress, eyes flicking between us. "I—I couldn’t help it—!" she breathed out shakily. "He was so rough—! And I knew you were right there—!"

Jennifer beamed, digits descending to toy with Nathalie’s pussy, eliciting a gasp. "So you got fucked while pretending to have a nice little chat with me?" she jeered, tone brimming with delight. "You dirty girl."

Nathalie moaned, pelvis grinding against Jennifer’s fingers, form revealing her embarrassment. "Y-Yes—!" she cried, face aflame. "I couldn’t stop—!"

I snarled, cock pulsing at her confession, at them—both so brazenly shameless, primed for use. "Good," I growled darkly with assurance. "Because you’re both going to pay for it."

Jennifer ran her tongue over her lips, eyes sparkling with desire. "How?" she breathed, fingers continuing to tease Nathalie’s pussy, drawing whimpers.