Terror has you so tightly in its grip that you don't move for fear of the razor cutting your clit. You hold your breath with each stroke of the razor to remain still. Each drag of the blade across your tender skin has you quivering inside. “Ok bitch, now for underneath,” I say as I bring your knees to you chest exposing you on the bottom. “Now this is the delicate part bitch, you have been good so far, and I don’t want to cut you so be as still as you have been I say as I begin to scrape the tender skin between your cunt and ass.
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