Susan looked up and smirked. "Who said anything about polite?" she asked in a sultry voice, not losing the smirk for one instant. Going south she was as she kissed her way down his stomach and past his bellybutton and both her hands rested on his hips. Butterfly kisses traced the edge where the wasteband of his boxers WOULD be if he still had them.
Most men were sensitive right there, mostly because it was so close to the major erogenous area, also known as the second brain, that it could be difficult to seperated the zones around there.