A little touching...

Getting nothing better than a rather lousy single pair, it's no surprise that you get beaten once again and is now **** to steel yourself for what kind of favour your still smiling opponent has in store for you.

"Hmmm..." She hums to herself in over-acted thoughtfullness as she looks you up and down, her big black eyes eventually settling on your exposed chest while her smile grows even wider. "You've got such big muscles, Alexander! Would you get angry with me if I asked you to let me touch them? Just a little? I always wondered what it'd feel like!"

With no idea at all what to think of such an unexpected request like that, you just sit staring at her for several moments before finally managing to pull yourself together again, nervously wetting your lips while considering what harm it could actually do. It could definitively have been worse, considering that your opponent's request seem much more of a curious nature rather than purely sexual.

"Uh... Yeah, sure..." You eventually agree, allthough hesitant and quite embarrassed as you look down on your muscular chest and arms, trying to push back the spark of arousal welling up inside of you as you imagine Evelyn's (or her mother's) slender fingers exploring your naked skin. "Just a little... okay...?"

"Sure, thanks!" She happilly grins at you, having moved quickly and unheard through the room to stand just next to you as you look up at her again, her petite hands allready reaching out for you and sliding gently over your bared shoulder and down along your biceps. "Oh, you're so warm! You don't have a fever, do you?!"

"No... No, I'm fine, thank you...!" You stutteringly assure her, blushing even deeper as her cool touch sends a pleasant shiver up your spine, her hands now going back up again and following your collarbone to your other side while you lean back a little to give her better access.

Taking her time, the girl continues her throughout exploration of your tanned skin by first just sliding her fingers along your finely veined musculature, slowly working her way down along the sides of your chest and then even further down across your taut belly, not turning back up again until she's reached nearly all the way down to your crotch, carefully avoiding to make contact with your now painfully evident hardon. Fully notified of your body's reactions, but obliviously ignorant or even unaware of it's implications, she just continue with gentle kneading motions up across your chest and shoulders before heading back down there once again, her silky black hair hanging down over her shoulder and seemingly unintentionally teasing your throbbing shaft.

As you find yourself increasingly **** to tell her off, you instead try to just relax and enjoy the careful massage as her hands get more and more aquainted with your tensed muscles, eventually leaning your head back and closing your eyes while resting your weight on your arms. This is apparently seen as some slight sign of your surrender however, and you hear the girl giggle softly as you feel her hands quickly grow bolder, massaging you harder and increasingly often finding their way down your belly to just almost touch your heavy manhood.

What makes you snap back into reallity again with a sudden start, is the unexpected feeling of Evelyn's lips closing down upon your chest and her darting tongue quickly drawing a surprised but delighted moan from your lips as she sucks your stiffening nipple into her mouth.

"Oh...?! Hey...?!" You gasp in confused objection, not quite sure if you're trying to pull her off or hold her in as you push yourself upright and grasp at her raven black hair. The feeling of her sharp teeth on your sensitive skin provokes a likewise mixed reaction, with the slight pain quickly subsiding to a pleasant warmth before the girl finally pulls back to stand before you with a mischievous smile on her innocent little face.

You're almost certain that you can see a small stain of blood on her pale lips before she licks it away, but as you look down on yourself you can find no traces of injury, quickly dismissing it as nothing but your imagination playing tricks on you. Nevertheless, you can't deny feeling quite light-headed as the girl walks back to her chair again, and you watch her with both caution and barely contained lust as she smilingly start dealing the cards again...