“Now watch yourself. Look how pretty you are when you fuck yourself.” Mouth parted and chest heaving, I look down between my slick thighs, the euphoria heightening from the sight. “See how you’re dripping all over our hands, baby?” Both of our hands are covered in his blood, my arousal mixing in and carving paths through the crimson staining our skin. My stomach tightens, an orgasm building low in my stomach. “Yes,” I moan. “You know what I see? I can see how tightly your pussy is clenching the knife,” he growls, face strained with need. “Like it’s just begging to be filled.”
I AM DISTRESSED
