He winces as the knife cuts into him, biting his lip and trying not to give Katelynn the pleasure of hearing him make a sound, despite the thin trickle of red blood down his throat, which speeds up when she presses down on his windpipe. Still, he knows something valuable now, that she won't really kill him. He very much intends to take advantage of that, as well as her, later on, but for now he reluctantly releases her arse cheeks, wiping the blood off his neck with one hand and applying pressure to slow the bloodflow, while the other moves to the front of her pelvis, rubbing her pussy lightly if he'll let her.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><i>"So... What are we going to do now? Hold me here at knife point the entire night?"</i></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>