The man I call crank

A man whom I call an eccentric always “works” from top to bottom. The script is rigid, not amenable to change, like a table of time zones; and just as Philadelphia is listed before Washington, the chest in this case precedes the clitoris. It will never occur to him that he can act in some other order. This type also adheres to the same time.
He gives each breast absolutely identical portions of caress, will play with each nipple before kissing him, and then lowers his free hand down the girl's stomach to start stroking the clitoris just because everyone knows that this is the only correct procedure. At the same time, the delightful feeling of unexpectedness and unpredictability, what the next step will be, disappears, the magic effect disappears, which brings every unexpected unexpected touch. In addition, he has no idea what to do with the second hand. Finally, when inspiration comes to him, he discovers that he cannot move. He leans on his elbows in order to properly bend over her, and his hand has been at nothing and numb.
Sometimes she finds herself under her shoulder blades, and he tries to reach from the other side to caress her distant breasts, however, this causes even greater difficulties, however it is impossible to move. His woman is not warmed up at all, but he already caresses her clitoris, and consequently, she knows that in a couple of minutes direct intercourse will follow, and she begins to imitate passion and arousal, which she does not really feel, so that he will not it is frigid - and this ends the whole pregame. In the end, he had already reached the bottom, and now he has nowhere to go, except inside.
In order to go through such a procedure, she even had no need to go to bed. She could easily get this program on television: the program is called “Upstairs, downstairs” (“up, down”).