Secret Agent's Kinky Interrogation

The agent's secret is safe, for now, as the woman traces intricate patterns on his skin with a sharp, cold blade. She presses the point against his throbbing cock, making him gasp. "You like that, don't you, 007?" she whispers, her voice like silk. She laughs, a sound that sends shivers down his spine, as she leans in to lick the beads of sweat from his chest. "You're not so tough now, are you?" she teases, her hand reaching for his belt.

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