Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 576: Highway Seed Dump

My guttural growl vibrated as I flooded Diana’s pussy, my thick cock pulsing forcefully within her as wave after heavy wave of hot, viscous semen erupted directly into her womb.

"Fuuuuck—!! Take it all, you greedy slut!" I snarled, my grip tightening fiercely on her hips, driving her down onto me as I climaxed.

Diana trembled intensely atop me, her entire frame shaking uncontrollably as her stretched cunt milked every powerful spurt. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open in a broken, messy moan.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh—!! It’s so hot—!! Your cum is shooting so deep—!! Hnnnghhh—!! I’m still cumming too—!!"

Her pussy spasmed erratically around my throbbing cock, squeezing and fluttering as if determined to drain the last drop from my balls. The sensation of my cock spewing thick jets of semen against her cervix made her jerk and twitch on me as if struck by pleasure’s current.

Just as my orgasm reached its zenith and I was still pumping the final heavy loads into her brimming cunt, Angela suddenly slammed on the brakes.

The car lurched violently forward from the abrupt stop. Diana’s body jolted, forcing my still-spurting cock even deeper into her flooded pussy with a wet sound.

"Fuuuuuuuuck—!!" Diana screamed, her voice cracking as another powerful tremor wracked her body.

Fresh gushes of her own essence mingled with my thick semen flowed out around my cock, drenching my balls and further ruining the backseat. "It’s pushing so fucking deep—!! Aaah—!! Your cum is flooding me while the car— hnnngh—!!"

The sudden deceleration caused my cock to jolt and grind against her sensitive inner walls, forcing even more semen from her overfilled hole. Long, sticky tendrils of our mingled fluids dripped conspicuously onto the leather.

Angela turned around from the driver's seat, her breathing ragged, face deeply flushed, and thighs clamped tightly together. She attempted composure, but her voice emerged slightly unsteady.

"We are here..."

Diana remained trembling and panting atop me, her pussy lazily contracting around my cock as the final spurts of my load settled within her. She glanced at Angela through heavy-lidded, desire-dazed eyes and released a long, breathy, accusatory moan.

"Aaah... hmm... Angela... you did it on purpose..."

Angela bit her lip, unable to conceal a sly, small smirk. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’ve literally reached the destination. Perfect timing, wouldn't you say?"

Diana emitted a lewd little laugh that transitioned into another soft moan as she slowly rotated her hips in languid circles, savoring the friction of my cock stirring the immense load within her. Thick globules of cum were already beginning to seep around my cock and trickle down my balls.

"You little bitch... You waited until he was balls-deep and pumping me full... then braked so his cock would slam against my cervix right when he was cumming..." Diana moaned, clearly still relishing every sensation. "Look at the mess... My pussy is so full it’s squirting his cum out with every twitch..."

I chuckled, delivering a firm slap to Diana’s rear, eliciting a cute yelp. "She's just jealous she wasn't the one getting bred in the backseat."

Angela’s gaze flickered downward to where Diana and I remained connected, observing the decadent sight of my cock stretching her friend’s cum-filled pussy. She squeezed her thighs together once more and whispered, almost inaudibly, "Maybe I am..."

Diana leaned back against my chest, still fully impaled, her warm, cum-saturated pussy lazily clenching around me. She reached down between her legs, her fingers beginning to trace slow, lazy circles around her swollen, hypersensitive clit. Thick globs of my semen were already oozing out around my cock, dripping messily onto my balls and the sodden leather seat.

"Mmm... We’re home now... but I don’t want to move yet," Diana purred loudly, her words pointedly aimed at Angela. "I want to keep your cock inside me a little longer, Dexter... feeling all that warm, thick cum sloshing around deep in my womb. It’s so fucking full... I can feel it moving every time I breathe."

She spoke deliberately, her voice thick with provocative teasing as she met Angela’s eyes in the rearview mirror, a wicked little smirk playing on her lips. Angela's cheeks grew even hotter as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel, visibly affected.

Diana let out a soft, contented moan, grinding her hips in one final, slow circle before finally lifting herself away.

With a wet sound, my heavy cock slid free from her overstuffed cunt. The instant its head emerged, a substantial surge of thick white cum poured from her gaping orifice, splattering onto my lap and the seat. Diana swiftly reached down, retrieved her soaked panties, and pulled them back into place, pressing the ruined fabric firmly against her leaking pussy to retain as much of my load as possible.

"Fuck… I’m still dripping so much," she groaned, adjusting her skirt. "If I didn’t put these on right away, I’d be leaving a trail of your cum all the way to the door."

We finally stepped out of the car. The cool night air felt refreshing after the heated, sex-scented atmosphere inside. As I looked around, I realized the GPS destination Diana had set wasn’t our usual place. It was a modest, single-story house in a quiet, older neighborhood — small, cozy, and unassuming, with warm lights glowing from the windows.

Angela stretched her arms above her head, taking a deep breath as she looked at the little house with soft eyes. A gentle, nostalgic smile spread across her face.

"It feels good to be back..." she said quietly, her voice full of emotion. "Before our world collapsed... it was just like this. Maybe the air wasn’t this fresh, but still... I like this. It feels... normal. Safe."

She walked a few steps ahead, gently brushing her fingers along the small wooden railing by the entrance, clearly lost in old memories.

Diana slipped her arm around my waist, still walking a little unsteadily, her thighs pressed together as she tried to keep my cum from leaking down her legs. She leaned up and whispered teasingly in my ear, "Don’t worry, big boy. This is one of our old safe houses. Quiet. Private. No one will hear how loud I’m going to scream when you fuck us again tonight."

Then, louder so Angela could hear, Diana added with a grin, "Though I think Angela might want to take a slow, nostalgic tour of the bedroom first... maybe recreate some memories on all fours?"

Angela glanced back at us, biting her lip. The mix of nostalgia and fresh arousal was obvious in her eyes.

"Come on," Angela said softly, unlocking the front door. "Let’s go inside... before Diana starts dripping on the doorstep."