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I snapped and turned my back on him. I was furious, how could he? I heard his breathing and then felt a sharp tug. “Oh my god..” I exclaimed and held my torn-up dress, preventing it from sliding down. “I asked you if you liked it or not. I don’t have enough patience to work through it. I am sorry.” he said while he held me and helped me get out of that dress. He ripped my dress into a piece of useless cloth. I was standing in front of him, only in my panties. I squirmed, but he held my wrist to kiss me.

His voice came out as hoarse as he asked me something I was expecting from him. "Kurt Rodriguez! Just shut up and for fucks sake, fuck me." I growled at him in frustration. He chuckled softly and pecked my lips. He got busy undressing me. And I was undressing him. While pulling off my pants, he tore them a little. I gasped and glared at him. While he had a mischievous smirk on his face as if he knew he had done something amazing. "You have got to be kidding me. I will be taking your shirt once we are done. I am not going to walk around in torn pants." I whisper yelled at him. He chuckled softly and shrugged his shoulders carelessly.

He taunts pulling away from me. Oh we will see, won't we. I push him back in his chair and stand in front of him. He rips my jeans off. Literally. The denim is shredded on the floor. He does the same with the rest of my clothes. His eyes roam my body, His hands grip the back of my thighs and he pulls me on top of him.

i said as i tried to fight my own desire as his palm rubbed my pussy through my panties, his touch hot and teasing on my body He leaned back from me before taking off his clothes in a fast motion "Happy?" He asked me before he went back to kissing my neck and rubbing my pussy I was about to speak to try and convince him to rather sleep off instead, but he was having none of it as the words died in my throat with the sound of my top being ripped apart "RIPPPPPP" my top nwent as he tossed the shredded parts off to the ground before he lifted me off the ground and wrapped my thighs around his waist

Hair rips out of my scalp when he pushes me back against the wall while I try to get his hands to let go of my hair. His face comes close to mine while tears keep rolling down my cheeks. "How many times do you think I have heard that one before? Is that why you are here to try and trick me into believing I have fucked a filthy rogue?" he shouts at me when I feel his other hand come to my pants before ripping them off me so the fabric burns on my skin.

The girls passed a cheap bottle of red; a joint pinwheeled through the inner circle, glowing like a firefly on every second inhale. Travis picked at a bass guitar, fingers working chords he didn’t have to think about. He wound American Pie into something low and half-true, the kind of song that makes you lie to yourself about forever. Bob lay back against Toni, exhaled sweet smoke, and held the joint out to Nick. “Nick, you want some?” Nick watched the ember a second too long. He thought about habit, about holes you tumble into and call homes. He shook his head. “Nah, mate. I’ll stick to the grog.”

I heard his voice in my head. I tried standing up but I felt too weak to do that. In as much as I'll never resolve to strip before him, I don't wanna experience another torture so I tried all I can to stand but I was too weak. "I bet you don't want to make me do it myself huh" He spoke again and Suddenly I felt my dress raising up, and it was ripped off me with full force. I instantly felt exposed as I was stuck in my undies now. I felt his grip pulled up the strap of my pant. "No" I whimpered as I felt tears rolling down my checks.

I tossed the tuxedo shirt aside. Next off were my slip-on dress shoes. I didn't think there was a sexy way to remove socks, so I hadn't bothered to wear any. My feet and toes were now bare, which felt great against the shaggy rug. I knew the next big move was to rip off the breakaway pants, so I waited for the right beat. I teased them for the first couple of minutes of the song, making like I was about to take them off, giving them a few peeks at the top of my red underwear. Then, when the song got to the line, "You're blowing my mind...maybe in time...baby I can get you in my ride," I reached down and ripped off the pants in one quick motion. The girls all looked surprised and thrilled, th

His eyes wandered hungrily over my exposed chest as he fumbled with the buttons on my pants. Getting the buttons free, he pulled them down my legs and helped me out of them. The fabric was kicked away as he shucked off his own pants. The only fabric that kept us from completely touching each other, where my panties. His final destination in mind, he looped his fingers around my thin fabric and ripped them off. The ripping echoed in the room amd I gasped as the fabric now lay in shred on the floor.

The urge gets intense but I shove it to the back of my head because once I start touching my body, I'm never getting out of this dresser without my five fingers plugged deep in my cunt, “Don't be such a cheap slut, Isla.” I slap my cheeks, smacking sense into my screwed brain. My hands reach down to grab the waistline of the pants. They dig into the pants, grazing my bare body. I tuck in my stomach and jack up the pants. Once. Twice… “Ahh…” I gasp, a bit too loud. The rip sound makes my mouth remain gaped, eyes widen as I inspect the tight pants. In between my thighs, right against my wet pussy, the pants have slightly torn.