Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 719: Jill’s Bareback Pussy

Jill’s mind was a storm of conflict, her thoughts racing in a frantic, never-ending loop, each one more desperate than the last.

Her body moved on its own, her trembling hands guiding my cock beneath her. She adjusted the angle, her pussy already dripping, her thighs slick and glistening with arousal.

The air was thick with the scent of her need, her juices coating my cock as she hovered above me. With a shuddering breath, she began to sink down, her tight, untouched walls stretching painfully around the thick, throbbing head of my cock.

I let out a soft, sleepy moan—"Aaah... hm..."—my voice thick with faux drowsiness. But then, instinct took over. My hips twitched upward, just slightly, sliding the tip deeper inside her. I kept my eyes closed, my breathing steady, still pretending to be lost in sleep.

Jill’s eyes flew wide, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle the gasp that tore from her throat. The sudden, unexpected movement threw her off balance, and she sank down hard, my cock spearing into her with a force that made her see stars.

The head hit her cervix, the impact so intense it stole her breath. Her back arched, her nails digging into my chest as pleasure and pain twisted into something indescribable.

Her pussy clenched around me, her walls pulsing, milking my cock as she began to tremble violently. The heat of her was incredible, her tightness almost unbearable as she struggled to take every inch.

A broken, muffled moan escaped her—"Uggh... nghhh..."—her voice barely a whisper, her body shaking as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her.

And then it happened. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on me so tightly it was almost painful. A hot, wet rush gushed from her, her juices dripping down my cock, soaking the sheets beneath us.

She let out another muffled, broken cry—"Nnngh... f-fuck..."—her voice trembling as her orgasm ripped through her like a storm. Her pussy was a vice, her walls fluttering and squeezing around me as if they were trying to pull me deeper.

I groaned again, my voice still thick with sleep, my hips twitching slightly as if I were shifting in my dreams. "Hmm... ah... so tight..." My cock throbbed inside her, my own pleasure building as her pussy pulsed and milked me. The way her walls gripped me, the way they massaged me, was almost too much to bear.

Jill’s mind was a blur of lust and desperation, her thoughts as wild as the sensations coursing through her body.

Her body was a live wire, her pussy still clenching, still pulsing as she rode out the last waves of her climax.

She lifted herself slightly, her thighs shaking, and then sank back down, her movements slow and deliberate as she ground her clit against my pelvis. The friction was unbearable, the pleasure almost too much to handle.

Another broken moan escaped her—"Mmph... n-nn..."—as her second orgasm began to build, her body trembling, her pussy already tightening around me again. The walls of her pussy were slick now, her arousal coating every inch of my cock as she rode me with increasing desperation.

I let out another sleepy groan, my hips twitching slightly as if I were dreaming of something delicious. "Mmm... so wet..." My voice was a low rumble, my cock throbbing inside her as her juices continued to gush.

The heat of her was intoxicating; the way her pussy gripped me like a glove was almost enough to make me lose control.