Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 550 - 40 Years Old Virgin Pussy 2

The instant my lips met hers, her body surrendered completely. A hot, voluminous gush of her climax erupted, drenching my chin, my neck, and the very sheets beneath us.

The sounds of her ecstasy were primal—a wet, squelching symphony as her fluids sprayed my face, her pussy spasming around emptiness. Her thighs quivered violently from the sheer force of her release.

Another surge cascaded, then another. Her body pulsed rhythmically as she came again, her climax cascading down my throat, over my chin, and everywhere in between.

Angela’s laughter resonated with a dark amusement, her voice laced with mischief as she observed Diana’s profound reaction. "You..." she teased, her fingers delicately outlining the curve of Diana’s hip. "Why are you reacting as if this were your inaugural experience?"

Diana’s breaths were shallow, ragged gasps, her face still flushed, her body still shuddering from the lingering tremors of her climax.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes half-closed in a haze of pleasure, panting softly, "It is my first time..." Her voice, though quiet and tinged with shyness, carried an undeniable pride. A quiet, unshakeable certainty settled within her. "I have been awaiting Dexter... my entire life..." She turned her gaze to me, her eyes blazing with an intense devotion. "Only he is deserving of me..."

And damn, that thought alone made my erection harden even more fiercely.

Gazing up at her from between her legs, my lips still slick with her release, my chin and neck coated in her juices, I let out a low, possessive growl, my voice rough with unfulfilled need. "Then permit me to adore you, Diana..." I murmured, the words vibrating against her trembling skin. "As the queen you are."

With that declaration, I plunged back into her.

My tongue explored the thick, damp curls, dark strands adhering to my lips as I tasted her core. The flavor of her was utterly intoxicating—a musky, sweet essence, uniquely hers.

I could feel the rhythmic pulse of her pussy against my tongue, still hypersensitive from her initial climax. Her lips were swollen and taut, reminiscent of a virgin’s. Each flick of my tongue sent jolts through her, her hips bucking instinctively, as if torn between pushing away and drawing me closer.

Diana moaned, her voice a broken, needy whimper. "Aaah... hmmm... wait... don't... aaaah... no..." Her hand found the back of my head, her fingers entangling in my hair, not to push me away, but to hold me firmly in place, her grip quivering.

"I... I... am..." She couldn't even complete the sentence, her body betraying her once more as another wave of intense pleasure washed over her. Her pussy was exquisitely sensitive; the slightest touch sent electric sparks through her, her thighs trembling as she fought to stave off another orgasm.

I could sense it—how close she was to the edge. Her slit was glistening, her damp curls splashing my face as I continued to lick, her juices slicking my tongue, my chin. Her clit was engorged, throbbing under my ministrations, and I knew if I persisted, she would shatter again.

But damn, it was agonizingly difficult to pull away. Her taste, her scent, the way her body responded to my every touch—it was utterly consuming.

My cock throbbed with an almost unbearable intensity, veins pulsing with raw need. The tip leaked pre-cum as I envisioned sinking into her tight, unexplored depths. The mere thought sent my hips bucking, my cock aching for release.

And then, Angela reappeared.

Her hands slid around me from behind, her body pressing firmly against my back as she reached for my erection. Her fingers encircled my cock, their grip strong as she began to stroke me, her thumb swiping across the throbbing tip.

"Mmm, someone’s quite desperate," she purred, her voice a low, teasing whisper near my ear. Then, without preamble, she slammed my cock against Diana’s pussy, the wet, slapping sound of skin against skin echoing in the room.

Diana gasped sharply, her back arching as the head of my cock brushed against her opening, the intense heat of me pressing into her slick, damp curls.

"Ah—! D-Dexter...!" she cried out, her fingers tightening their hold in my hair, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. The contact was electrifying—my stiff, throbbing cock pressing against her virgin-tight entrance, the tip already moistening against her skin.

Angela’s ministrations didn’t cease. She brought my cock against Diana again, this time deliberately dragging the head of it through her slick folds, the wet, lewd sound of her arousal coating me. "Look at the pair of you," Angela murmured, her voice thick with amusement.

"Both of you are practically dripping for each other..." She repeated the action, teasing us both, the head of my cock pressing directly against Diana’s swollen clit, eliciting a jolt from her, her hips jerking as waves of pleasure surged through her.

Diana’s breathing grew shallow and erratic, her body shaking as Angela continued to tease her with my cock. "N-No..." she whimpered, but her protest lacked any real conviction, replaced instead by pure, unadulterated need. Her pussy pulsed insistently, her curls slick with her burgeoning arousal, and I could feel how close she was to another climax—achieved merely by the friction of my cock against her.

Angela’s grip intensified, her strokes slowing, becoming more deliberate as she guided my cock through Diana’s folds once more.

"Shall I grant him entry, Diana?" she inquired, her voice a dark, provocative purr. "Or would you prefer to beg him first?"

Diana's eyes were wide, her face crimson, her body yearning for more. She bit her lip, her gaze darting between Angela and me, her voice a mere whisper. "I... I..." Words failed her, her mind clouded by ecstasy and primal desire.

Yet, her body betrayed her unspoken needs.

Her hips swayed, her nether lips seeking my shaft, her wet slit pressing against my head as if pleading for fulfillment. The sight of her—slick, trembling, utterly consumed—sent a jolt through my member, my testicles drawing tight with the urge to possess her.

Angela's laughter held a dark, satisfied timbre, the sound making me tremble. "I believe she's ready, Dexter..." she purred, her hand tightening its grip on me, guiding me towards Diana's entrance. Her fingers smeared my pre-cum over my sensitive tip, then pressed it against Diana's slick folds.

And damn, I was more than ready.

My cock throbbed at the contact, the warmth of Diana's core radiating against me, her slick curls bathing the head as Angela urged my hips forward.

Immediate resistance met my thrust—Diana's entrance was incredibly tight, pristine, her body instinctively clenching against the intrusion. But Angela's resolve didn't waver. With a steady, purposeful force, she pushed me deeper, and with a wet, resounding pop, the tip of my member breached her maidenhood.

"Aaah—fuck—" I gasped, the sound ripped from my throat as Diana's untamed heat enveloped me. "Aunt... it's so tight..."

The sensation was overwhelming—her inner walls constricted around me like a vise, her core pulsing as if attempting to expel me, even as her entire being craved my entry. The tightness was unbelievable, her slit stretching around merely the tip of my cock, the pressure almost agonizingly pleasurable.