[ Xue Yang glances around to take quick stock of it, but he's not about to be picky as long as there's something to fuck on. Her words draw his attention back, and he notes where her gaze is directed before his own settles on those handcuffs.
He spins the knife around so he's holding it in a reverse grip, letting him manipulate his clothes without the blade getting in the way. If she's expecting a full show she won't be getting one, but he does take off his clothes at an unhurried pace, shedding each layer with ease. Xue Yang never quite seems to mind the blade in his hand but never forgets that it's there, even passing it between hands to pull them out of sleeves without risking catching the fabric in the process. Finally the last of his clothing falls to the floor, revealing a half-hard erection and leaving him naked aside from the shock collar and his bracelet. ]
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He spins the knife around so he's holding it in a reverse grip, letting him manipulate his clothes without the blade getting in the way. If she's expecting a full show she won't be getting one, but he does take off his clothes at an unhurried pace, shedding each layer with ease. Xue Yang never quite seems to mind the blade in his hand but never forgets that it's there, even passing it between hands to pull them out of sleeves without risking catching the fabric in the process. Finally the last of his clothing falls to the floor, revealing a half-hard erection and leaving him naked aside from the shock collar and his bracelet. ]
Alright. Much better.