Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

The second spurt followed immediately, even more powerful than the first, hitting her directly in the mouth. Her lips parted in surprise, and a drop of my cum slipped past, glistening on her tongue before she could react.

”N-NO—!” she stammered, but the third spurt was already on its way, this one striking her nose and dripping down in thick, obscene rivulets.

Nathalie, still gripping my cock, let out a choked ”Mmmph—!” as the final spurts slowed, turning into thick, heavy dribbles that splashed across her face.

The warm, sticky cum dripped down her cheeks, her lips, and her chin, her eyes wide with shock. ”D-Dexter—!” she whimpered, her voice trembling, her fingers still wrapped around my cock as if she didn’t know what else to do.

I let out another low, satisfied groan, my hips twitching as the last drops spilled out, my cock still throbbing in Nathalie’s grip. ”Aaaah... s-so much...” I panted, my voice breathless, my body trembling as if I were completely spent.

The sight of Anya, her face drenched in my cum, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief, was almost too much to handle. Her usually immaculate hair was now streaked with thick, white strands, her lips glistening, her cheeks flushed with humiliation.

Then, without warning, the door swung open.

Olivia and Nancy stood frozen in the doorway, their eyes going wide as they took in the scene. Anya, her face a mess of cum, her lab coat splattered, her expression a mix of horror and disbelief.

Nathalie, her cheeks streaked with my release, her hand still wrapped around my cock, her eyes wide with shock. And me, lying on the table, my cock still twitching, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips despite my ”exhausted” act.

The room fell into a stunned, heavy silence.

Olivia’s jaw dropped. ”W-What the hell—?!” she stammered, her eyes darting between us, unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

Nancy’s face turned bright red, her hand flying to her mouth. ”D-Doctor Anya?! Are you—?! Oh my God—!” she gasped, her voice high-pitched with shock.

Anya, still in shock, wiped at her face with the back of her hand, her expression a mix of fury and utter humiliation. ”Olivia! Nancy! OUT!” she snapped, her voice trembling with rage and embarrassment.

The two nurses didn’t need to be told twice. They stumbled back, leaving the three of us in a heavy, awkward silence.

The door slammed shut with a finality that echoed through the examination room, the sound bouncing off the sterile walls and amplifying the suffocating silence that followed.

My cock, still glistening and twitching from the force of my release, pulsed again, as if refusing to be satisfied.

I watched through half-lidded eyes as Anya, her face still streaked with the evidence of my climax, wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

My breath hitched as her tongue darted out, almost instinctively, to catch a stray drop of cum that lingered on her lower lip.

The sight sent a jolt of electricity through me, my cock giving another defiant jerk, as if demanding more attention.

I quickly forced my expression into one of sheer terror, my hands flying up to cover my face as I let out a choked, trembling sob.

”D-Doctor Anya, I... I-I’m so, so sorry!” I stammered, my voice cracking with faux remorse, though inside, I was laughing. Oh, this is too perfect.

My fingers trembled as I peeked through them, watching Anya’s reaction with a hidden smirk. ”I d-didn’t mean to—I swear, I just couldn’t stop myself! It h-hurt so much, and then—” My voice broke into another whimper, my shoulders shaking as if I were on the verge of tears.

Anya didn’t respond. Instead, she turned sharply, her movements stiff with barely contained fury. She stormed to the corner of the room and yanked a box of tissues from the shelf with such force that it nearly tore.

She grabbed a handful and began scrubbing at her face, her motions sharp and angry, her jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles twitching.

Without a word, she marched to the basin, turning the tap on full blast. She splashed water onto her face, her fingers scrubbing at her skin as if she could wash away the memory of what had just happened.

She pumped a generous amount of face wash into her palm and scrubbed even harder, her nails digging into her skin.

I watched, my heart pounding—not with fear, but with a thrill I could barely contain. Even after washing, I noticed the faintest traces of my cum still clinging to her hair, glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights like a shameful secret.

The sight made my lips twitch, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning.

My cock, far from being satisfied, seemed to grow even harder, the veins standing out starkly against my skin, the head swollen and dark with blood.

I let out another pained groan, my body arching slightly as if I were in agony. ”Aaaah—Doctor, it’s worse now!” I cried out, my voice high-pitched and desperate.

”I d-don’t understand! It was s-supposed to stop, but it—it hurts even more!” My cock throbbed violently, as if emphasizing my words, and I let out another whimper, my hands clutching at the edge of the examination table.

Oh, this is gold, I thought, chuckling inwardly. She’s going to lose it.

Anya spun around, her face still flushed from scrubbing, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of my cock—now fully hard again, standing upright and twitching as if it had a mind of its own.

”W-what?!” she stammered, her voice cracking with disbelief. ”That’s—how is that even possible?!” Her eyes darted between my cock and my face, her expression a mix of outrage and something far more intriguing—fascination.

I let out another choked sob, my body trembling as if I were in genuine distress. ”I d-don’t know, Doctor! It’s never done this before!” I wailed, my voice trembling.

”P-please, you have to help me! It hurts so much—I can’t take it anymore!” My cock pulsed again, a bead of pre-cum welling at the tip, and I let out another pitiful whimper, my face buried in my hands.

Anya’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her fingers tightening around the crumpled tissues in her hand. She took a step closer, her eyes locked onto my cock as if she couldn’t look away.

”This—this isn’t normal,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, her professional composure slipping further with every second.

”You should be softening after climax, not—” She gestured helplessly at my cock, which gave another defiant twitch, as if mocking her.