Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 38

38: Between Kerry’s Thighs 38: Between Kerry’s Thighs As if to confirm my theory, my cock twitched, brushing against Kerry’s navel.

100 points.

A soft, surprised moan escaped her lips-“Hmm…

Dexter…”-and I could feel the creases of her navel against the tip of my cock, the warmth of her skin, the way her body reacted to the contact.

The system’s notification flashed in my vision, confirming the points, and I nearly groaned at the thrill of it.

The real thrill wasn’t just the points-it was the corruption, the theft, the sheer filth of taking what wasn’t mine right under Mitt’s nose.

The system was no longer about physical contact – it was about desecration, about taking possession of her in front of the man who assumed she belonged to him.

Just thinking about it made my erection ache, pre-cum escaping, as I envisioned all the ways in which I could wreck her.

Nevertheless, I had to be certain.

I had to verify it.

With her.

To pleasure her.

To make her suffer for it.

I needed to wait until morning to confirm if the points vanished when Mitt was no longer watching.

But for now?

I had a game to play.

My voice was low, dripping with false innocence, my breath hot against her ear.

“Aunt Kerry…

why don’t you put it between your thighs?” I let the words sink in, watching her reaction, the way her breath hitched, her fingers twitching near my cock.

“Maybe if I feel your softness…

my cock would relax.” But the real reason was darker.

I wanted to make her ache.

I wanted to make her so fucking desperate that she’d be the one to beg for my cock inside her.

I wanted her to need it.

Kerry only hesitated for a moment before her warm, trembling fingers guided it between her legs.

Just at that instant, my cock slid into her pussy lips and she shivered, letting out a soft, needy “Aaaahhh…”.

Her thighs wrapped tightly around my cock, and her breath was short and ragged.

“Dexter…

do you feel better when I do this?

Hmmm…” Her breath was heavy with desire, and her body, which was still resisting, had already surrendered to her.

800 points.

Fuck yes.

I groaned, my voice rough with lust.

“Yeah…

it feels so much better.” And then, because I knew she wouldn’t resist, I pushed further.

“Aunt…

why don’t you move a bit closer?

I want to hug my aunt as I sleep.” Kerry let out a breathy chuckle, her voice warm but strained.

“You kid…” Her thighs clamped around me like a vice, the heat of her pussy searing against my cock as she shifted again, her pubic hairs brushing against my skin in a way that sent electric shocks straight to my balls.

“Aaaahhh…

Hmmm…

Dexter…” she breathed, her voice trembling, her body trembling with her.

“Your cock is so hot…

it’s burning me…” Her thighs were slick with her own arousal, the wetness coating my shaft, making every movement obscene, every breath she took a desperate gasp.

Then her tits crushed against my face, heavy and soft, suffocating me in the best possible way.

I inhaled deeply, her musky, warm scent filling my lungs, driving me wild.

My face moved on its own, hunting for her nipples like a starving man.

The moment my face pressed between her tits, 2 notifications of 200 points each flashed in my vision.

My nose brushed against one of her nipples, hard and erect, and another 400 points followed.

Rolling my cheeks against another nipple of hers – 400 points flashed across my inner eye like a badge of honor for the touch.

The sensation in my member was unbearable as it pulsed hard between her legs, my breath being consumed by her skin as I forced her to come closer, my face buried in the softness of her boobs.

The fire of her flesh, the perfume of her skin-it was exquisite.

On the way slowly, I lifted my hand to her face, my fingertips slowly stroking the edge of her lips.

At the exact moment they took hold, another 200 points burst into flames, sending a spike of delight through my system.

She was reactive, soft-every caress a chess move, every reply a triumph.

Kerry whimpered, her fingers clawing my shoulders, her voice quaking.

“Aaahhh…

Dexter…

do not move your hips…

Aunt’s pussy…

it’s scratching…” Her body hardened, her thighs more gripping around my cock, her breath shallow and quick like a child asking for more.

“Make sure your cock doesn’t go inside by mistake…” But we both knew the truth.

There was no mistake.

This was intentional.

And if I played my cards right?

It would be her who would be craving for it.

I could really tell that was the case with her-that the way her body responded, the way her breathing faltered every time my erection twitched between her legs, the way her hips moved just slightly as though she was unaware.

The atmosphere was heavy with the scent of her desire, the noisy and wet sounds of her rubbing against me making me go crazy.

“Aaaahhh…

Dexter…” she repeated, her voice muffled with desire, her limbs quivering with contact against me.

“You’re making it worse aaah…” But I knew the truth.

She wanted it.

And I was going to make sure she begged for it.

I smirked against her skin, my breath hot and teasing.

“Aunt… is your pussy dripping water?” My hips shifted just enough to make her gasp, my cock sliding through her slick folds.

“Why do I feel it getting wetter…?

And your nipples…” I let my lips brush against one, my voice dropping to a growl.

“They’re poking my face… so hard…” Kerry’s fingers tangled in my hair, her hands roaming over my head, her voice trembling with false innocence.

“S-Sorry, Dexter… if my nipples are hurting you…” Oh my god.

She was so innocent.

And I was going to corrupt her.

I grinned, my voice dripping with false concern.

“Aunt… let me see if my saliva can heal your hard nipple…” Before she could react, I grabbed her tits, squeezing them together, my mouth crashing down on one nipple.

I sucked it hard, my tongue swirling, teasing, tasting the salt of her sweat.

Kerry let out a broken moan, “Aaaah… Dexter… it feels strange… hmm…” I didn’t stop.

My other hand grabbed her remaining tit, my fingers pinching and rolling her nipple, pressing it deeper into her flesh.

“Aaaah… Dexter… you’re such a naughty child…” she whimpered, but her back arched, pushing her tits further into my face, her breath coming in short, needy gasps.

I could not stop myself.

The rolling of my hips, the wet and slick sound of her vagina rubbing against my penis could be heard in the room.

She was showering me with her juices, which were covering my shaft and turning each movement into an orgiastic one.

At that moment, I really felt it – Kerry’s hips were no longer under her control as she started to move her body against mine, pressing her hand-held against my shaft in slow, circular, and frantic movements.

I giggled, and my voice, which was full of a dark amusement, came out.

“Aunt Kerry…” I said while my lips were still on her nipple.

“Is it that you are stroking my cock into your vagina…

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