Only the shirt

You have no need to push this so you do exactly what Kryptia wanted. You take your shirt of and reveal your impressive muscles. You train almost every day and so you have the body most women go crazy for. You are often asked why you are still single. It is true that there never was a lack of female attention. But this never was serious. However Kryptia seems very pleased by what she sees. She comes to you, purrs like a happy cat and runs her hands all over your chest and your washboard belly.

“Yes, that's what I wanted to see,” Kryptia purrs horny and leads you to the bed, “I can hardly believe you are not married. Your brother gets all the attention, right? Only because he is the castles heir? I know women are superficial, but I thought they had at last a little pride.”

“You must say that,” you answer cheeky, “you are in love with my body. Like I am some sort of doll.”

“I never said I am not superficial,” Kryptia answers with an evil grin and pushes you on the bed, “now shut up and put your tongue to a better use!”