[It's a whine, almost incredulous. She grinds down hard against him, needy, and her fingernails dig into his skin with a short gasp.
Her hand runs down his chest and traces his waistband, but after a moment instead she withdraws it the rest of the way, sitting up slightly and retrieving a knife from somewhere in her skirt and hooking that under the edge of his pants.]
Then—I'll get those clothes off you, so I can see you sprawled out naked on my bed, wanting me. And then I'll ride you, so I can have you hot inside me as long as I possibly can. Until you can't take any more.
[There's a tiny frustrated huff at the loss of contact as Glory moves back onto her knees enough that she can slash open his pants—one long motion from hip to thigh that tears the fabric without any apparent difficulty.]
[he moans and claps a hand over his mouth, trying to hold still so he doesn't get accidentally cut. he's fully hard, erection straining his briefs, breathing quickly through his nose]
[She bites her lip as she looks him over, eyes lingering at his erection, but she moves to his shirt first, sliding the blade underneath and shredding it in a few strokes until she can pull it completely free, baring his chest.]
[When her blade reaches the waistband of his briefs she pauses there, looking him over for a few seconds. Or maybe she's just trying to build the anticipation.
Either way, when it's been just long enough to think that maybe she's not going to do it, she turns the blade flat against his abdomen and cuts through his briefs with a clean outward slice.]
[he gasps when he feels that, as the anticipation had made his mind start to race. he shudders from the come-down of that, squirming and biting his lip]
[She makes a few more quick cuts necessary for her to pull the fabric away entirely, freeing his erection. Then she moves her (non knife-wielding) hand to curl lightly around the shaft.]
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.]
Didn't we say... You could just wear one of mine back to your room?
[Her own breath catches a little as he moves, and then she presses further forward, so the length of his dick is flush against her. She lifts her hips in short motions, letting it slide between her folds, where she's wet.]
Though, you'll be staying here for a while anyway...
[This time her voice breaks in a tiny moan, but when his cock slips back out of her she continues the same motion, rubbing against him rhythmically, his shaft getting damper with her fluids.]
[his hands on her waist grip her a little harder, his thumbs rubbing in circles as he comes closer and closer to slipping inside her every time her hips gyrate]
Seems like you're... testing me, then. I'll show you... what I'm made of.
[Her breath starts coming a little shallowly, in time with her movements, as heat and anticipation builds through her until finally the teasing contact is maddening.]
Mm. Show me.
[And then she holds position and finally sinks down on him, slowly and deliberately, feeling the way his cock presses her open until he's all the way inside her.]
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Anyway... you want me. I'm yours.
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[It's a whine, almost incredulous. She grinds down hard against him, needy, and her fingernails dig into his skin with a short gasp.
Her hand runs down his chest and traces his waistband, but after a moment instead she withdraws it the rest of the way, sitting up slightly and retrieving a knife from somewhere in her skirt and hooking that under the edge of his pants.]
Then—I'll get those clothes off you, so I can see you sprawled out naked on my bed, wanting me. And then I'll ride you, so I can have you hot inside me as long as I possibly can. Until you can't take any more.
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and nods quickly]
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...Good.
[There's a tiny frustrated huff at the loss of contact as Glory moves back onto her knees enough that she can slash open his pants—one long motion from hip to thigh that tears the fabric without any apparent difficulty.]
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You're so...
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Mmmn?
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[She traces the tip of the knife down his bare chest, carefully controlled, not breaking skin even with it rising and falling beneath the blade.]
...Close your eyes.
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Glory...
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[When her blade reaches the waistband of his briefs she pauses there, looking him over for a few seconds. Or maybe she's just trying to build the anticipation.
Either way, when it's been just long enough to think that maybe she's not going to do it, she turns the blade flat against his abdomen and cuts through his briefs with a clean outward slice.]
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...You can open them now, if you like.
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Oh...
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...Yeah. You're mine. You're not even worried, are you...? Naked, in my bed and under my knife. Just... excited.
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You would have... told me, first, if you really wanted to cut me up.
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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.]
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[cuts himself off with a groan, arching his hips, his hands moving to hold onto her waist]
I think you owe me... a new outfit... after this.
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[Her own breath catches a little as he moves, and then she presses further forward, so the length of his dick is flush against her. She lifts her hips in short motions, letting it slide between her folds, where she's wet.]
Though, you'll be staying here for a while anyway...
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As long as you... you'll have me. Right?
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[This time her voice breaks in a tiny moan, but when his cock slips back out of her she continues the same motion, rubbing against him rhythmically, his shaft getting damper with her fluids.]
—as long as you can take it.
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Seems like you're... testing me, then. I'll show you... what I'm made of.
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Mm. Show me.
[And then she holds position and finally sinks down on him, slowly and deliberately, feeling the way his cock presses her open until he's all the way inside her.]
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Glory...
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[Her voice is rough, and she takes a deliberate breath as she moves just enough to feel how his cock shifts while still seated deep inside her.]
It feels... pretty good to me...
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... perfect. You feel... just perfect.
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