She kept it up for an hour – tiny cuts, beautiful bright red lines on his alabaster skin. But it was getting late, and Ron was expecting her home, and she knew she’d have to leave him soon. On the last cut she leaned over, running her naked breasts over the trails of blood and savoring the heat of his life spreading over her skin. She couldn’t help but run her tongue over that first cut, licking the clotted blood and reopening it. He shuddered harder, his eyes still tracking her, dark now with lust and need. His cock was hard, as red as the blood on skin, and a delightful trail of moister had gathered and leaked down the side. It took everything in her not to tease him directly but there simply wasn’t time.