Suffocating Cheeks!

"Now, please stand there. Just relax and let me do the work."

He said, his voice smooth enough to butter toast.

He put her down gently, like she was some fragile vase instead of a walking ball of nerves, and positioned her in front of him. His hands settled firmly on her hips, holding her in place like a sculptor about to chisel a masterpiece.

"Hmmm..."

He groaned, rubbing his chin like a pervy detective solving a very horny case. His eyes roamed up and down her body with the intensity of someone studying the Mona Lisa, except his Mona Lisa was nervously squirming and very aware of where this was headed.

"Let me take a good look. Do you feel pain here?"

He asked innocently, bending slightly so his head brushed against her breasts as his hands found her upper thighs.

Her breath hitched.

"N-not there, sir."

"Little up, then?"