The feel of the cold scissors against her most delicate flesh should have scared her, but it just made her even more aroused. There was no way of hiding it, and it just made him smile even more at her embarrassment. “You are a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he growled as he removed his belt.
"No, s-s-sir!" she managed to whisper as he shoved himself inside her tight cunt with one long, aching thrust.
"Good girls aren’t this wet, they don’t moan like you’re moaning, they don’t clench down on a hard cock like you are doing right now, little one…" He punctuated his words with hard thrusts, loving her grunts and cries.
Then as suddenly as he started he stopped, leaving her a heaving, sweaty, frustrated mess.
"Is this what you want? Do you want me to stop?"
"Yes! I mean, no! Oh god, please! Please!" she whimpered. She’d do anything to cum now.
"Tell me who you are and what you need, little girl," he whispered, his hand on her neck, and his mouth against her ear. "Tell me all about your sinful, filthy desires…"
She knew what she was getting into before we started. However, she didn’t realize it was her most fertile day.