"Mm, now drag your nails through that thick, gorgous down of chest hair that is so addicting, right over that ticklish spot under your left nipple," she purred, her voice low and seductive as she wrapped her arm, knowing she would need to get Bruce to stitch the long cut later.
She looked at her machine, before making a face at it, heading for the elevator. Muting her mic for a moment, she grinned. "Jarvis, silent approach to the green room please."
There was a soft bing indicating Jarvis heard her, before the lift started to move. "Now, wet your fingers and gently tug on your right nipple, like I do when I suck on it."