Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 720: Jill Can’t Stop Cumming

Jill’s breath hitched, her nails digging into my chest as she began to ride me in earnest, her movements growing more frantic, more desperate. Her pussy was dripping, her juices running down my cock, her body trembling with the effort of taking me so deep.

Her pussy clenched again, her walls fluttering as another orgasm tore through her.

This time, she didn’t even try to stifle her moans, her voice a broken, desperate cry—"Ahh... n-nn... f-fuck..."—as she came harder than before, her juices squirting out of her in hot, wet bursts.

The way her pussy pulsed around me, the way it squeezed me, was almost enough to push me over the edge.

Jill collapsed forward, chest heaving hard against mine, body still shaking from the last orgasm. Her pussy kept twitching and fluttering around my cock in soft, greedy little pulses that refused to let me go.

Every tiny squeeze sent a fresh trickle of her juices sliding down my cock and over my balls. Sweat slicked her skin; the air between us smelled thick with sex. Her cunt clung to me like it was terrified I might pull out.

I let my eyes open slowly, voice thick and rough with pretend sleep.

"...What’s going on...?"

Jill froze solid. Eyes huge with pure terror. She was still fully seated on my cock, walls clamped tight like a hot, dripping fist. The sudden awareness made her pussy clench even harder, milking me in a slow, involuntary pulse.

I groaned at the sensation, hips twitching.

"Aaah... f-fuck..."

My cock throbbed deep inside her. I kept my tone confused, almost dazed, like I still wasn’t fully awake.

"Jill... what are you doing?"

Her thoughts went wild with panic and lust.

She didn’t pull off. Couldn’t. Her voice came out shaky and high, already dripping with shame and raw need.

"Th-that... Young Master... I-I forgot to ask if you wanted a glass of water by the bed... so I came back... and you were... nngh... groaning in your sleep... holding yourself..."

A soft, filthy whimper slipped out of her as her walls squeezed again.

"Mmph... ahh... Young Master..."

I groaned deeper, fingers tightening on the soft curve of her waist.

"Aaah... d-don’t move... otherwise... I might..."

I squeezed her hips harder, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above her ass. "Otherwise I might cum..."

Jill’s cunt pulsed hard around me at the words. A fresh, hot gush of wetness spilled down my cock, soaking my balls and the sheets beneath us. She bit her lip hard, but a needy, broken moan still escaped, high and shameless.

"Nnngh... fuck... Young Master... your cock is twitching so much inside me..."

I growled low, still playing the half-asleep, overwhelmed virgin. "Didn’t I say... not to move?"

She trembled, voice tiny and soaked with desperation, hips giving the tiniest involuntary roll that made her clit grind against me. "I... I just wanted to help Young Master... so you wouldn’t be in pain... ahh... nngh..."

Her legs gave out completely.

She tried to push up, arms shaking violently, but they buckled under her. With a loud, broken cry, she slammed all the way back down, taking every thick, throbbing inch in one brutal, wet drop.

"Nnngh FUCK ahhhn!"

The swollen head punched hard against her cervix. Her back arched sharply. Pleasure and pain crashed together so intensely her vision blurred.

Her pussy clamped down as a vice and a thick, hot rush of juices flooded over me, soaking everything: my cock, my balls, the sheets, the insides of her thighs.

"Ohhh fuck it’s so deep! Young Master’s cock is hitting my womb! Nngh ahh! It’s stretching me so wide!"

I groaned loudly, voice high and shocked like a virgin who’d never felt anything this tight or this wet. "Aaah! W-what...?! Jill...?!"

My hips jerked up hard on their own, burying me even deeper. "Nn! D-don’t! I-I can’t! I didn’t mean to! Aah! It’s so tight!"

Jill’s eyes rolled back. She ground down hard, rubbing her swollen, sensitive clit against my pelvis in messy, desperate circles. Her voice broke into pure filth, moans spilling out with every wet slap of her pussy against me.

"Nnngh! Young Master...! I’m sorry...! I didn’t mean to...! But your cock feels so fucking good! Ahh! It’s stretching my married pussy so wide! Mmph nngh ahhhn! I can feel every thick vein rubbing inside me!"

Her cunt milked me greedily, now wet, rhythmic squeezes that begged for more. Every roll of her hips made lewd, filthy squelching sounds. Juices kept dripping down, coating us both.

"Mmph nngh ahhhn! It’s so deep... Young Master’s cock is perfect... It’s hitting that spot over and over! Fuck I’m getting so close again!"

I gripped her hips tighter, fingers digging into soft flesh, and thrust up hard, still pretending to be overwhelmed and innocent, voice cracking. "Aah! Jill! I-I can’t! I’m! Nnngh! It feels too good!"

Jill screamed against my chest as her walls seized around me in a sudden, violent climax. "Ahhh! FUCK! Young Master! I’m cumming! I’m cumming so hard on your cock! Nnngh ahhhn! My pussy is squirting! Oh god it’s squirting all over you!"

Hot, messy squirts pulsed out of her, soaking my lower stomach and the bed in thick, rhythmic spurts. Her cunt fluttered and clamped in waves, trying to suck me deeper.

I came hard at the same time.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb in heavy, pulsing jets. I groaned through it, voice breaking like I was completely losing control. "Aah! Fuck! Jill! I can’t! It’s so tight! I’m cumming!"