Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 726: Jill Wouldn’t Let Me Cum

I kept talking the entire time, voice shaky and overwhelmed, sounding exactly like a virgin experiencing his first real blowjob.

"Aaah... Jill... your mouth is incredible... it’s so hot inside... and when you take me deep I can feel your throat closing around the tip... it’s like it’s milking me... I’ve never felt anything this good in my life..."

"I think I’m going to cum again if you keep doing that... please... It’s too good... I can’t hold back when your mouth feels like this..."

Jill only sucked harder, her mischievous thoughts continuing while she treated my cock like the first one she had ever truly wanted to ruin.

She suddenly pushed all the way down, taking every thick inch until her nose pressed hard against my stomach. Her throat stretched obscenely around the full length, the tight muscles convulsing as she gagged once — a deep, wet, choked that vibrated straight through my cock.

Thick spit immediately flooded out from the corners of her mouth and poured down my balls in sticky strands.

I groaned loudly, voice already shaking with fake innocence.

"Aaaaah... Jill... wait... I’m getting close...!"

The moment the words left my mouth, she pulled all the way off with a long, filthy . A thick, shiny rope of spit connected her swollen lips to the tip of my cock for a full second before it broke and splattered onto my stomach.

She stroked the slick, spit-covered cock slowly, spreading the mess, and looked up at me with that same tired, teasing smile.

"Not yet, Young Master... you have to last a little longer..."

She sank back down and started sucking again — wetter, deeper, and far more deliberate. Her head bobbed in long, filthy strokes, lips stretched tight, throat opening and closing around me with loud, wet sounds.

Every time she took me to the root, her nose smashed against my stomach and spit exploded outward. My cock throbbed violently inside the tight, flooded heat.

I groaned again, higher and more desperate.

"Aaah... fuck... Jill... your throat is too good... it’s so tight... so wet... I’m really going to cum...!"

She immediately pulled off again, lips shiny and swollen, a long string of thick spit and precum dangling from her chin. She gave the head a slow, teasing swirl of her tongue, collecting the fresh bead of precum, then chuckled softly.

"Still so impatient... Young Master really can’t hold it, can he...?"

She took me deep for the third time, even more aggressively. She forced herself all the way down until her throat bulged visibly around the thick cock, then started swallowing repeatedly around the head.

The tight muscles milked me in wet, rhythmic pulses while spit poured freely down my balls and thighs. The wet choking sounds grew louder and more obscene.

I felt the orgasm rising fast and cried out.

"Aaaaah... Jill... I can’t... I’m gonna cum... please... your throat is milking me... I’ve never felt anything like this...!"

She pulled back once more, denying me again. My cock twitched hard in the open air, the head flushed almost purple and continuously leaking.

Thick strands of spit connected it to her lips. Jill stroked it lazily, spreading the mess all the way down to my balls, and spoke in that soft, teasing voice while her thoughts stayed pure mischief.

"You said that last time too... try to hold it a little more..."

She went down for the fourth time, even deeper and wetter than before. She buried me completely, throat convulsing hard around every inch, and held herself there while she swallowed over and over.

Spit and precum mixed into a thick, filthy froth that spilled from her mouth and coated my entire cock and balls. The wet of her throat working me was continuous and obscenely loud. My hips jerked helplessly against her hands.

"Aaah—! Jill... I’m serious... I’m really going to cum this time... I can’t stop it... Your throat is too tight... It’s squeezing me so hard...!"

She started to pull off again —

—but on the fifth time I completely lost control.

Before she could fully withdraw, my cock pulsed violently, and the first thick, heavy rope of cum exploded straight down her throat. Jill’s eyes widened as the sudden flood hit her.

She gagged deeply, the wet choked sound muffled around my cock, but I kept cumming harder.

I groaned, " Aaaaaaaah... fuck... I am cumming..."

Thick, hot spurts pumped directly into her throat one after another, forcing her to take every drop. The pressure made a thin stream of white semen spray from her nose and run down over her upper lip and chin.

She stayed buried for four full, heavy pulses, throat working and convulsing as it was flooded, before she finally managed to pull back with a long, wet, filthy .

A thick, creamy rope of cum and spit stretched between her swollen lips and the tip of my cock, then slowly broke. Her mouth was still completely full.

She closed her lips, cheeks slightly puffed, and began swallowing everything in slow, deliberate, slutty gulps — once, twice, three times, four times — the muscles of her neck moving clearly as she took every last drop of the massive load I had just forced into her throat.

Some of it still leaked from the corner of her mouth and under her nose when she finally finished, a white, sticky mess on her tired face.

She looked up at me through half-lidded eyes, breathing hard, throat still working on the last traces, and gave one last exhausted, faintly teasing smile while my cock twitched in the open air, the final weak drops of cum beading at the tip and dripping down onto my stomach.