Kerry’s voice was soft, laced with that damnable kindness. ’’Dexter, are you hungry?’’ Her eyes brimd with sympathy, her expression twisting like a knife in my gut. She thought I was just so poor boy who’d lost his parents to a tiger’s jaws.
If only she knew.
I hadn’t just lost my parents. I’d lost everything—my world, my life, my fucking sanity—ripped away and dumped into this primitive hellscape. The Stone Age didn’t give a shit about grief. It only cared about survival. About hunger.
And right now, the hunger gnawing at wasn’t for food.
I swallowed hard, my gaze flickering over her—her full lips, the swell of her breasts beneath those leaves, the way her thighs pressed together like she could hide what I knew was between them. She thought I was broken. She had no idea how right she was.
But not in the way she imagined.
Kerry said, patting her head, her voice a mix of concern and kindness. "What am I even asking? You must be hungry. Co, sit here. I will get you sothing to eat."
She pulled to sit on the stone bed, her body a mix of exotic beauty and savage charm. She went to the side, bending down to take sothing out of the leaf gathered in the corner.
As she bent down, her ass beca firr and round, a sight that was a mix of exotic beauty and savage charm. The desire to reach out and touch her, to feel the smoothness of her skin, was almost overwhelming.
My cock was throbbing hard, wanting to attack her from behind. The thought was a mix of desire and anticipation, a reminder of the needs and wants that were still very much a part of . I suddenly thought of the main thing and realized that after eting those won, I forgot to use my ability.
As Kerry bent down to retrieve sothing from the corner, my gaze was drawn to her body like a moth to a fla. I couldn’t help but stare at her round, firm ass cheeks, barely concealed by the flimsy leaf skirt she wore.
The sight of her bending over, her ass cheeks spreading slightly, revealing the tantalizing darkness between them, sent a jolt of desire through . I rembered the ability I had forgotten to use, and I activated my Pervert Eyes.
Suddenly, translucent red dots appeared on Kerry’s body, each with a number indicating the Pervert Points I could earn by touching that specific area.
The first thing I noticed was the dots on her ass. As she bent over, her ass cheeks spread slightly, revealing a dot right on her asshole, marked with a tantalizing 500 points.
The thought of earning so many points from such an intimate touch was intoxicating. The asscheeks themselves each had a dot, glowing with 50 points, promising the sensation of their firm roundness under my hands. I could almost feel the smoothness of her skin, the warmth of her body, and it made my cock throb with need.
As she stood up and turned to face , more dots ca into view. The dot on her lips glowed with a number: 100.
I could almost taste her—her lips parting just enough to tease , soft and warm, like a promise I was desperate to claim. My cock throbbed, heavy with need, aching for the mont I’d finally take what I craved.
Then my gaze dropped lower—her armpits, marked with 50 points each, a trail of temptation. Unlike the silken skin of the MILFs I’d had before, hers was wild, untad.
A thicket of dark curls, damp with the musk of her sweat, the raw, intoxicating scent of her body filling the air. It was primal. Real. And it made my cock pulse, harder than ever, imagining how she’d taste there too—how she’d whimper when I did.
I saw a dot on her navel, also marked with 50 points. The desire to reach out and touch her, to feel the smoothness of her skin, was almost overwhelming. I could almost feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, and it made my cock throb with need.
But the most tantalizing dots were the ones on her breasts. There were two dots, one larger one covering her entire breast, marked with 100 points, and a smaller, more concentrated dot right over her nipple, showing 200 points.
The sight of her nipples, barely concealed by the leaves, sent a jolt of desire through . I could almost feel the weight of her breasts in my hands, the softness of her skin, and it made my cock ache with need.
The most tantalizing dot, however, was the one on her pubic area. As she moved, the leaves covering her barely concealed the dot on her pussy, marked with a staggering 400 points.
The thought of touching her there, of earning so many points, was almost too much to bear. My cock throbbed painfully, fully erect and aching with need. I could almost feel the warmth of her pussy, the wetness of her desire, and it made my cock pulse with need.
I knew I had to be careful. Touching these areas would earn points, but I had to be strategic.
I couldn’t just grope her in front of everyone. I needed a plan, a way to earn these points without raising suspicion.
Kerry turned back to , her eyes filled with kindness and concern. "Dexter, here’s sothing to eat," she said, handing a piece of fruit.
I took the fruit, my mind racing with thoughts of how to earn those points. I knew I had to be patient, to bide my ti.
But the desire was there, burning within , a constant reminder of the needs and wants that were still very much a part of . I looked at her and said, " Thank you, Aunt Kerry..."
The Pervert Eyes ability was both a blessing and a curse. It showed the potential for pleasure and reward, but it also heightened my desire to an almost unbearable level.
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