Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 487: Slutty Mother Angela 3
Previously on Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks...
With a slick pop, I yanked her away, my cock shining from her saliva, a fat strand of drool linking her puffy lips to the head.
"Enough." My tone came out gravelly, fingers outlining her lips before seizing her chin, making her lock eyes with me. "Now it’s time to fuck that tight little asshole of yours."
Angela let out a whimper, her thighs quivering, yet she complied, spinning around and draping herself over the sofa arm. Her fingers clutched the material fiercely, knuckles paling as she parted her cheeks, offering that flawless, shaking ass to me.
Her tight hole gleamed with her own saliva, blinking lewdly, still spasming from the rimming I’d delivered.
"Dexter—! Please—! Be gentle—!" Her words were husky, begging, though her hips gave her away, nudging back just a bit, eager for the stretch.
"I won’t be." My words held a sinister vow, my cock nudging her entrance.
I hawked spit onto my fingers, circling her asshole slowly and teasingly, loosening her enough to draw a whine. "You’re going to take every inch, Angela. And you’re going to love it."
"Ah—!" Angela’s shriek pierced as I thrust in, my cockhead popping past her resistant ring, her body yielding after a fight.
"It’s too big—! Dexter—! I can’t—!" Her nails raked the sofa, voice fracturing while I drove deeper.
"You can." I growled low, my hand fisting her hair, jerking her head back to bow her spine further, exposing her more. "You’re my wife. My slut. And you’re going to take my cock in that tight little asshole like the good girl you are."
Inch by inch, her ass engulfed my cock, her frame shuddering, cries smothered into the sofa as I hilted deep.
"Fuck—!" My raw groan escaped, hips grinding as I began pounding her, my cock slamming in and out of her ass, her grip strangling me. "You’re so tight, baby. Your ass is milking my cock like a greedy little slut."
"D-Dexter—! It hurts—! It’s tearing me—!" Angela sobbed out, nails burrowing into the sofa, body shaking from the strain of accommodating me.
"I know." My purr turned shadowy, my hand sliding forward to locate her swollen, pulsing clit.
Tight, merciless circles assaulted it with my fingers, slick from her arousal. "But you love it. You love being my little ass slut, don’t you?"
"Y-Yes—!" Angela’s confession shattered into a frantic wail, her body squeezing me as I hammered harder, balls smacking her pussy. "Fuck, Dexter—! I’m your slut—! Your whore—!"
"That’s right." I growled deeper, fingers grinding her clit firmer while her ass pulsed around my shaft. "Cum for me, Angela. Cum with my cock, tearing your asshole open."
Outside the door—
Veronica and Mary stood rigid, bodies jammed to the doorframe, breaths coming in short, harsh gasps. Angela’s frantic moans, the fleshy slaps, the nasty squish of her ass getting railed had drenched their panties, thighs squeezed together hard.
Veronica’s hand jammed between her thighs, fingers frenziedly stroking her clit over her skirt. Her free hand muffled her mouth, choking back whimpers as she eyed her mother’s ass gaping around my cock.
"Fuck..." she whispered, hips bucking on instinct, pussy aching with taboo hunger.
Mary clamped her legs tight, fingers gouging her thighs while she chewed her lip nearly bloody.
"N-No..." she mewled, yet her gaze stayed glued, breath catching at each of Angela’s cries. Her panties clung wetly to her slit, body selling her out every moment.
Abruptly, I withdrew, my cock slick with her ass fluids, and before Angela could respond, I ground the tip onto her clit, tracing lazy, tormenting loops.
"D-Dexter—! What are you—? Ah—! N-No—!" Angela’s voice splintered, body jolting as my thick cock ridge teased the oversensitive nub. "It’s too much—! I can’t—!"
"You can take it." I chuckled darkly, dragging my cock along her slit, bathing in her gushing juices before returning to her clit.
"You’re going to cum for me again, Angela. And then you’re going to beg for my cock back in that tight ass of yours."
"N-No—! Ah—! Fuck—!" Angela’s hips thrashed, body turning traitor as her clit ballooned, pussy flooding anew. "Dexter—! Please—! I can’t—!"
I smacked her clit—once, twice—sharply.
"Ah—!" Angela wailed, convulsing hard as a shameful spurt jetted out, drenching the sofa. "N-No—! Oh god—! They’ll hear—!"
"Let them." I growled darkly, my cock nudging firmly against her asshole, teasing the tight entrance. "Slide me back inside, Angela. Ride my cock with your ass."
Angela let out a whimper, her frame still quivering from the lingering tremors, yet she stretched back, seized my cock, and aligned it with her asshole.
With a frantic, spiteful cry, she thrust backward, her snug ring engulfing me inch after inch, her ass gripping me like iron jaws.
"Fuck—!" I groaned savagely, primal, my fingers digging into her hips while she impaled herself on my cock, her ass squeezing me with each sway of her hips. "Yes, that’s it, baby. Take every inch. Prove how much you crave my cock buried in your ass."
"Ah—! Dexter—! It’s so deep—!" Angela wailed, her body shuddering violently, her ass clamping down on me so fiercely it bordered on pain. "I’m going to cum again—! Fuck—!"
I smacked her clit once more—this time even harder—and she shrieked, her ass vise-tightening around my cock as a fresh climax tore through her, her pussy gushing wildly, juices trailing down her thighs.
"Good girl." I purred with dark satisfaction, my hips bucking forward, slamming into her ass through the waves of her orgasm, pounding relentlessly until she dissolved into a quaking, weeping wreck.
With one last feral grunt, I drove in deep, my cock throbbing as I flooded her ass with my hot cum, staking my claim, possessing her utterly.
Angela slumped onto the sofa, utterly drained, gasping raggedly for air, her ass still spasming around the final spurts of my seed.
She remained oblivious to the door latching shut, unaware of the quick, flustered footsteps fading down the hallway—Veronica and Mary, their panties drenched, thighs pressed together, heads swirling with taboo, depraved fantasies.
But I noticed.
And I realized—this was just the start.