Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 723: Creampie for Jill the Maid

I groaned even louder, hips slamming harder, still pretending I was completely overwhelmed by how good her tight wet cunt felt. The wet, filthy sound of our bodies meeting grew louder and more frantic.

"I’m gonna cum... Jill... I can’t hold back... your pussy is too good... it’s squeezing me so tight... I can feel it milking me... every flutter... every pulse... fuck... it’s going to make me cum..."

Jill moaned in panic, voice high and desperate, but her body betrayed her completely.

"Aaaah no... Young Master... pull out...!"

But even as the words left her mouth, her heels locked tightly around my waist, ankles crossing and pulling me deeper, refusing to let me escape. Her thighs trembled against my sides. Her thoughts were the complete opposite of her voice.

I came hard. " I can’t hold back anymore, Jill.. I am sorry..."

Thick heavy ropes of cum pumped deep into her pussy, flooding her womb in strong rhythmic spurts.

Each pulse made a wet, filthy sound as more seed was forced into her already overflowing cunt, the pressure making excess cum squirt out around my cock in thick sticky jets.

Jill moaned through every single one, voice broken and filthy as she felt each hot pulse paint her insides, her back arching higher with every spurt.

"Aaah... aaaaah... aaaaaah... aaaaah... aaaaaaah... aaaaah... hmmmm...! I can feel it... every spurt... so hot... so deep...!"

Her cunt kept squeezing and milking me, greedy walls fluttering and clamping around my cock as I emptied everything I had into her already overflowing married pussy.

The wet sticky sound of my cock twitching and pumping inside her mixed with her broken moans and the soft wet drip of excess cum leaking out around my shaft and pooling beneath her ass.

I kept my hands on her tits the entire time, still mashing the soft heavy flesh and twisting her nipples harder while the last thick spurts filled her, making her moan even louder with every fresh pulse of heat that flooded her womb.

Every twist of her nipples made her cunt squeeze tighter around my cock, forcing out more cum in wet filthy pulses as I continued to grind deep inside her, milking every last drop into her ruined pussy.

I finally collapsed on top of her, chest to chest, pressing her soft, sweat-slick tits flat against me. The heavy weight of her breasts mashed between us, nipples still stiff and sensitive from all the twisting.

Jill was completely covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her skin hot and sticky under mine. Her breathing came in ragged, shallow pants, chest rising and falling hard against my own. Little tremors still ran through her thighs and stomach.

She murmured weakly, voice soft and broken, almost too tired to form the words,

"Hmmm... I’m so tired... I can’t move..."

I stayed buried inside her for several long heartbeats, feeling the last weak, involuntary flutters of her cunt around my still-sensitive cock. Every tiny squeeze sent another slow pulse of leftover cum deeper into her. I groaned softly against her neck, still sounding like a boy who had just experienced something far beyond anything he had ever imagined.

"Aaah... it’s still so tight... even now... your pussy keeps squeezing me... I can still feel it... every little pulse..."

I slowly pulled out. My thick shaft slid free with a long, wet, filthy sound. The moment the head popped free, a heavy stream of semen immediately followed — thick white cum pouring out of her stretched, gaping pussy in a slow, continuous drip that soaked the sheets between her thighs in a growing white puddle.

The sudden emptiness made Jill’s body jerk. A small involuntary squirt pulsed out of her, a clear watery jet that splashed warm across my lower stomach, my cock, and the already soaked bedsheets.

"Aaaaaaaah..."

She trembled through it, thighs twitching hard, the last weak aftershock rolling through her exhausted body.

I looked down at the thick mess leaking from her and put on an anxious, almost panicked expression, still playing the overwhelmed virgin who had completely lost control.

"You... you won’t really be pregnant, will you...? There was so much... it kept coming out of me... I couldn’t stop it..."

Jill turned her head slowly, eyes half-lidded and glassy with exhaustion. She looked at my worried face and let out a soft, tired chuckle that made her chest shake under me.

"Don’t worry, Young Master... I’ll take a pill..."

I kept my voice low and breathless, still sounding like a boy who had just discovered what a real pussy felt like and couldn’t stop talking about it.

"It just felt so good inside... that I just couldn’t stop my hips... it was so tight... so hot... so wet... every time I pushed in it felt like your pussy was sucking me deeper... I’ve never felt anything like that... I didn’t even know a woman’s body could feel that good..."

I shifted slightly, looking down between us at the mess. Cum was still slowly leaking from her in thick strands. My voice turned even more clumsy and nervous, as if the reality of what we had just done was finally hitting the "virgin" version of me.

"...You are married?"

The question came out almost afraid, like I had only just remembered that fact and was suddenly scared of the consequences.

Jill’s gaze drifted downward. She stared at her own pussy — swollen, bright red, the outer lips puffy and glistening, her clit visibly engorged and tender from the relentless slap of my balls against it during the hard fucking.

Cum continued to leak from her in thick slow strands, coating the inflamed flesh. The entrance was still slightly open, a clear sign of how thoroughly she had been used.

She stared at the ruined, thoroughly used state of herself for a long moment, still too exhausted to close her legs. Her voice came out soft and tired when she finally answered.

"Yes... I am..."

I kept talking in that same clumsy, overwhelmed virgin tone, as if I couldn’t stop replaying every second of how her body had felt.

"It was so tight when I first went in... I thought I was going to finish right away... and then when you started squeezing... and when you came... it got even tighter..."

"I could feel every little part of you... the way it fluttered... the way it milked me... I couldn’t stop my hips no matter how hard I tried... it just felt too good..."