That's true. And you'd like that, too, huh? If I... cut bleeding patterns into you.

Another time, though.

[And possibly another place, where she won't get blood all over her bedsheets when she doesn't plan to leave this bed any time soon.

She removes her hand from his dick to tug her dress off over her head; she's not wearing her favorite tie panties this time, which means rather than shift position she cuts those off herself too, the lace barely needing a flick of the blade.

Then she moves more properly on top of him, though rather than line him up with her entrance, she just shifts forward, rubbing against his shaft.]