She knew someone was watching when she pulled that choker tight around her neck. Tits heavy in his hands, playing with herself like it’s nothing. Then he grabs the scissors—no hesitation. Snip-snip goes the lace panties right there on the couch. Lips swollen from sucking him off earlier now get another kind of attention. Raw tension builds as he works over them, slow and deliberate. No lube needed—just skin against skin and teeth biting down when it hurts good. The bed creaks under her weight as she straddles him after, riding that new edge between pain and pleasure.
