Genevieve have him a seductive look as she slid off of the bed and slowly walked up to him. She stood between his legs, her breasts at his eye level and she caressed his cheek with her left hand, her sharp pink nails sliding gently across his skin, “I like that I make you nervous.” She started with a teasing tone, “I like that I make you blush and stutter.” She leaned down a little “I like that you want me to ask you to do thinks to me.” Her tone was low, almost a whisper