Sarah and John were cuddled up on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over their legs as they watched the latest action flick. Sarah, a strong and confident woman, couldn't help but notice the way John's eyes were glued to the screen, completely oblivious to her presence beside him. She smirked to herself, an idea already forming in her mind.
She let her hand rest on John's thigh, slowly inching its way up towards his crotch. John didn't seem to notice, too engrossed in the explosions and gunfire on the screen. Sarah leaned in closer to John, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I think it's time for a little snip-snip."
John jumped at the sound of Sarah's voice, his eyes flicking down to where her hand was resting on his lap. He let out a nervous laugh, "You're not serious, are you?"
Sarah just grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reached behind the couch cushion, pulling out a pair of scissors that she had stashed there earlier. John's eyes widened in shock as he realized what Sarah was planning.
But before he could protest, Sarah had already unzipped his pants, pulling out his member. She began to give him a handjob, all while holding the scissors in her other hand. John was in pure bliss, not noticing the scissors in Sarah's hand as she stroked him.
Sarah felt a little tickle in her hand from the scissors, but she didn't let it distract her from her task. She continued to stroke John, making sure to keep a firm grip on the scissors. John started to moan and thrust his hips, getting closer and closer to climax.
Sarah decided it was time to make her move. She positioned the scissors right at the base of John's member, her heart racing with excitement. John was completely unaware of what was about to happen, his eyes still glued to the screen.
Sarah gave John one last squeeze before quickly snipping the scissors. John's member was instantly cut off, and he let out a blood-curdling scream. Sarah, with a satisfied smile, held up the severed member and said, "I told you I was going to give you a little trim."
John, in shock and pain, couldn't believe what just happened. He looked at Sarah with a mix of anger and confusion. "What the fuck, Sarah?! Why would you do something like that?!"
Sarah just shrugged, a wicked gleam in her eye. "I wanted to try something new, and I thought you could use a little trim. Plus, I heard it's all the rage in Europe."
John shook his head, still in disbelief. "Well, I think we need to have a serious talk about boundaries and consent."
Sarah nodded, a smirk playing on her lips. "Sure thing, but first, let's clean up this little mess." She gestured to the severed member still in her hand, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
John couldn't help but laugh, despite the pain and shock he was still feeling. He knew that Sarah was a strong and controlling woman, but he never expected her to take it to this extreme. He couldn't help but feel a little impressed by her boldness and directness.
As they cleaned up the mess and settled back onto the couch, John couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for Sarah. He knew that their relationship would never be the same again, but he was excited to see what other surprises Sarah had in store for him.
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