Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 352: Ants Invade Mira’s Panties

Mira settled beside the dancing flames, her spine leaning into the jagged rock of the deserted ruins, knees pulled tight to her torso while concern carved sharp furrows on her lovely features.

The fire's glow flickered in her large, fretful gaze, mirroring the storm raging within—memories of her kin left behind, vanished amid the madness of the nightmare that had dragged us to this place.

Across from her, I lounged against the facing wall, my eyes tracing her silhouette in the faint illumination.

Even amid her unease, she looked breathtaking: dark locks tumbling down her back, plump lips slightly ajar in contemplation, and her figure wrapped in snug denim pants and a snug top that accentuated her contours perfectly.

My attention dropped to my footwear, spotting the cluster of insects still poised there, awaiting my directive.

A devious notion ignited in my head, stoked by the blaze's warmth and the illicit excitement of the instant.

Concentrating my mind, I sent a wordless instruction: twenty ants, crawl slowly inside Mira’s clothes. Don’t bite—just scratch with your legs, make her feel your presence, make her itch uncontrollably.

They responded without delay, and I observed as the ants peeled away from my shoes, advancing in a purposeful procession toward her. Upon arriving at her booted soles, the minuscule invaders ascended the hide before sneaking past the edge of her trousers.

Some others detoured to her rear, scaling the barrier at her back and tumbling onto her neckline, disappearing under her coat's material. I could nearly sense their journey—their fine limbs grazing her silky flesh, mapping routes along her shins, up her legs, and across the gentle rise of her hips.

At first, Mira fidgeted restlessly, her forehead creasing more profoundly. She clawed idly at her limb, fingers scraping along her coat's arm. "Ugh," she grumbled, irritation slipping into her tone as she rubbed with more force, yet the prickling only grew fiercer.

The insects pressed on without mercy, their barely-there caresses sparking tingles over her body. I held back a grin, my pulse racing with eagerness.

Growing bolder, I directed them onward: Crawl inside her bra and panties. Tease her sensitive areas. Make her squirm.

Following orders, several crept beneath her top's edge, threading through the heated crevice of her bosom, their limbs dancing across her undergarment's trim. The rest delved deeper, tunneling into her underclothes' band, skimming the tender creases of her private zones.

Mira let out a sharp breath, her frame jerking like it had been shocked. Her palms darted to her flanks, pushing against her attire in a vain effort to halt the feelings. "What the—oh god, something’s moving!" she burst out, her words blending shock and a breathless wonder.

The prickles evolved into a seductive creep, the ants' limbs stroking her peaks, stiffening them into points under the cloth, and downward, flicking the delicate spot amid her legs, igniting unwanted jolts of desire in her depths.

Overwhelmed, Mira sprang to her feet, her digits clumsily working her coat's fasteners. She ripped it apart and flung it off swiftly, flinging it away.

Underneath, a slender dark brassiere clung to her generous chest, the mesh taut against her rising and falling form.

The blaze's rays threw amber highlights across her bared hide, emphasizing the dip of her bosom and the subtle gloss of perspiration from her unrest.

Insects now dotted her limbs, obvious offenders, and she swatted at them wildly. "No... there are ants everywhere!" she wailed, her tone climbing higher.

That's when she caught me gazing—my stare fixed on the mesmerizing heave of her bosom, how her tips thrust boldly against the mesh, craving notice. Her face burned scarlet, blending shame with a fiercer spark in her look.

"Turn around now, Dexter!" she ordered, her voice throaty in spite of it all, folding her arms across her front in a feeble bid to cover her charms.

I complied, swiveling from her view, though not without sowing my scheme's beginning.

Pretending a abrupt sting, I cried out theatrically. "Aahh! Something bit me—damn ants!" I contorted and squirmed, my fingers raking my top as though in torment. Actually, I had a handful of rogue insects pinch my hide lightly to make it convincing.

I stripped away my top with overdone flair, baring my sculpted torso bit by bit—the flames gliding over my carved midsection, the sharp edges of my chest, and the line of fur descending to my hem.

My sinews tightened on their own as I "scratched" at unseen irritants, staging a display just for her.

From behind, I caught Mira's quick gasp, then a light laugh rising from her. She was peering, I could tell—her concerns briefly eclipsed by the ridiculousness and pull of the scene. "Looks like you’re not faring any better," she mocked, her words tinged with mirth and a trace of longing.

I peeked back over my shoulder, enough to see her eyes wandering across my naked spine, following the shift of sinews as I "battled" the insects. She nibbled her lip, her own palms still wandering over her flesh where the insects remained, their caresses now blending with the mounting warmth in her thighs.

Spurred by her response, I rose completely, pivoting partially her way while sustaining my "agony." "These things are everywhere—crawling all over me," I moaned, my hands sliding to my buckle as though inspecting more.

Mira's stare grew round, yet she held her focus; rather, she adjusted her seat, her legs squeezing subtly as the leftover insects in her underthings kept their playful motions, grazing her engorged center and the moist creases starting to reveal her excitement. The atmosphere thickened with strain, the blaze's pops the sole noise apart from our labored breaths.

Without pause, I slipped my fingers into my briefs' edge and pulled them low in a fluid pull, letting them bunch at my feet before shoving them off.

Mira's shocked yelp cut through the darkness.

"What the hell are you doing, you shameless bastard?!"