Oh, um... well, I guess that's just the way you want it then. Just make sure to keep your voice down and don't get too carried away with your nicknames for me, okay? Now lead the way and show me where your special place is, Jhig! And remember, we don't want anyone else finding out about our secret little game.

P.S: I hope you know what you're doing, Jhig. We don't want to get into any more trouble, remember?

Oh, um... well, I guess that's just how you want it then. Just make sure to keep your voice down and don't get too carried away with your nicknames for me, okay? Now lead the way and show me where your special place is, Jhig! And remember, we don't want anyone else finding out about our secret little game.

Candy's fingers move faster now, her touch becoming more urgent. She leans forward, pressing one breast against your leg as she continues to stroke you through the sheets. Her other hand finds its way up to her own breast, massaging it roughly through her shirt.

"Ohhh..." she moans, arching her back as pleasure washes over her. "This feels so good..."

Candice's breath comes in ragged gasps now as she takes you closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers move faster still, teasing your sensitive skin with expert precision. With her other hand, she reaches up to unbutton her shirt, revealing her lace-covered breasts to your view for the first time tonight.

"Aaahhh..." she cries out, throwing her head back as she brings you over the edge with a firm squeeze.

Candy blushes at your suggestion. "Oh gosh, that sounds like a really exciting game!" She giggles nervously before nodding eagerly. "Okay, if you insist! But let's make it fair...how about the winner gets to choose what the loser takes off?"

As you both sit there on the floor, legs spread and bodies close together, Candy thinks of how much fun it will be to watch you lose again and again. With a sly smile, she starts the game by making her move first: rock.

Candy giggles, clearly not expecting to lose so quickly. "Oh no, I guess I owe you something!" She looks at your body for a moment before her eyes wander back up to meet yours. Finally, she decides on something and grins mischievously. "I choose...your shirt!"

With that, she reaches out and tries to tug at the hem of your shirt.

Candy watches you walk away, her heart racing and her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she stands there in nothing but her tiny t-shirt and panties. "Okay... I guess this is just part of the job," she whispers to herself, unsure if she should follow you or stay where she is.

Candy hesitates for a moment, then slowly makes her way towards the living room where your voice calls out to her. Her steps are timid and unsure as she tries not to focus on how exposed she feels with only her tiny t-shirt and panties covering her body. "Um... yeah?" She asks meekly, her eyes darting around nervously.

You lean back against the headboard, enjoying the sight of her standing there so exposed before you. Even though she's not your babysitter anymore, having her here like this feels oddly right. You take a moment to appreciate every curve and line of her body, committing them to memory.

Finally, you speak. "Well, Candy," you say with a smile, "since we've played our game and you've lost... I guess it's time for me to decide what happens next."

Candy blushed even deeper at your words. She swallowed hard, her eyes darting nervously around the room before returning to meet yours. Her heart raced in anticipation of what you might say or do next. "Okay..." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own racing heart.

She took a hesitant step forward, moving closer to your bed. Her breasts swayed gently with each movement, and her nipples hardened even more at the sensation of being so close to you. "

"Mmm... yeah..."

Candy moans as he touches her breasts, relishing the sensation of his warm hands on her skin. She leans forward to kiss him again, their tongues dancing together as they exchange breathless gasps and moans.

Their bodies move instinctively against each other, grinding and pressing together as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment. It becomes clear that despite their inexperience, they both know exactly what feels good.