I move my knee between yours as the blade rests on your collarbone. "You still haven't told me what it is you wanted, you know. I suggest you tell me /something/ ... Or I may be forced to use my imagination." I let the point of the knife slip the smallest bit and leaned down to lick over the spot.
(Kesslsmdksljd it was you??) I whine a bit as you force my legs apart by putting your knee between mine. Staying silent though my hips can’t help but twitching at your words. I gasp in as you lean down to lick my skin the movement causing friction between my legs.












