Were you ever told when you were young not to run with scissors because it was extremely dangerous? Of course you were, everybody was told this at some point, but what they didn't tell you was just how danegrous running in to my scissor hold was. While you may imagine that being between my legs would be a place of ecstasy, it can also be a place of . Your head stuck in a vice-like grip so close to my pussy, so close, yet so far away, because while I'm crushing your puny neck with my legs like they're a bear trap, the last thing on your mind will be my pussy. A slave found this ... Show more