I didn't mind...

I didn't mind that it cut me. I might have liked it. The look in your eyes, your ragged gasps as you watched me slowly slide the handle inside myself, the roar that rose from your chest as you came, your face inches from my cunt, watching that knife slide in and out... slowly at first, then faster and harder... all of that made it worth the dozens, maybe hundreds, of tiny little nicks at the base of my left inner lip. I came so hard, and so wet, and for so long... I didn't mind that it cut me. I might have liked it.