Lydia swung her head from side to side, her long hair sweeping over her arms. The ropes were cutting cruelly into her wrist flesh, the wounds stinging from the sweat burning into them. Still it was nothing compared to the sensation of the knife's tip rubbing up now against her clit.

She could feel it slicing teasingly into the slick red folds, pricking them, then cutting into them. The hot, searing agony was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct contact. The woman thought she would have a heart attack from the flow of lust busting through her!

"Like it? Like havin' your ass pricked this way, slut? That's what you've been hopin' for all along, right baby?"

She would never admit to something like that ever… not to him, certainly. But in her heart of hearts Lydia knew he was right. She felt him dragging the sharpened tip of the blade back now, stinging a groove down to her thigh, then bringing it back to her clit. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit grew worse and worse! Lydia bit her lip again until it bled, trying to regain come sort of control of herself while her ass-cheeks flexed and clenched uncontrollably.

Sweat rolled down from under her arms, gathering around her knees while her tits swayed sexily back and forth, the nipples brushing up against the mattress top. Lydia's elbows bent out while she bounced her ass up against the invading knife. Oh, oh, if only she could control herself better! But as the aid blade warmed against her cunt-meat, the only thing the woman could think of was cock-meat – inches and inches of cock-meat just behind her, that fat head ready to explode with jizz while Max toyed with her pussy!