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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.

I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as panic and something wild and unfamiliar twisted deep inside me. His voice was a low growl right by my ear. “I’m not like them,” he said. “I will break you.” Before I could think, he yanked my skirt up over my ass. The cool air hit my bare skin like a shock, sending shivers down my spine. Then I heard the sharp rip of fabric—my panties torn off in a rough, sudden motion that made my breath hitch. “You don’t get to wear these anymore,” he said darkly, tossing the torn scraps onto the floor with a soft flutter.

The protest I was going to voice out died in my throat. I gulp; and watch as he wiped the back of his hand across his glistening mouth. He’s wearing me on his lips, and oh, goodness, that was so freaking hot. He reached behind me and pulls off his entire pants off. When he strengthens, my breath catches in my throat.

I tried not to look at him but he simply kissed me and this time he made sure I wouldn't be able to break free… “I want you now, Love..” He whispered against my lips with a hoarse voice as I felt my insides tremble.. “I don't want you, Damian..” I tried not to sound affected as he trailed kisses all over my shoulder blade gently while he snugged his hand under my dress till he found the strings of my pants and ripped it off.. A gasp escaped my lips as he took out my pants which he'd torn and brought it to his lips before planting a kiss on it and kept it inside the pocket of his coat..

His palm moves to my raised arse and in one swift motion, I hear the weak material of my pants rip. My eyes widen in horror and for a moment, I do not move. I remain completely still, rooted to the spot. The stranger grips the waist of my pants, ripping it further, and the gears in my brain suddenly kick into motion. This cannot happen! I struggle as much as I can within the limits of my confinement, but it is of no use. The stranger completely rips off my pants until I'm only left in my white, lacy panties. Exhausted and out of breath, I collapse onto the bed. He pushes me over and I land on my back. He then proceeds to rip off my well worn shirt, exposing my bra covered breasts.

I moaned again, rolling my hips in rhythm with his fingers while rubbing my hand over him at the same rhythm. I gasped as with a growl, his hand that had been on my breast grabbed my capris waist, and he tore them, the shreds pooling at my ankles. Holy shit, that was hot! With one hand, this man just tore my cotton capris. “I liked those….” I tried to tease. “I’ll buy replacements.” he growled, nipping at my ear pressing against me. I moaned again as I realized it wasn’t just my capris he tore. My bare ass was feeling the fabric and the zipper of his slacks pressing into it. He ripped my underwear! “Someone’s eager tonight.” I teased, blinking at how breathless and needy my voice sounded.

I tried not to look at him but he simply kissed me and this time he made sure I wouldn't be able to break free… “I want you now, Love..” He whispered against my lips with a hoarse voice as I felt my insides tremble.. “I don't want you, Damian..” I tried not to sound affected as he trailed kisses all over my shoulder blade gently while he snugged his hand under my dress till he found the strings of my pants and ripped it off.. A gasp escaped my lips as he took out my pants which he'd torn and brought it to his lips before planting a kiss on it and kept it inside the pocket of his coat..

Holding me in place and pressed against his body, but all I could think about was more. More of his body against mine... more of the kiss... more naked skin. And as if he heard my thoughts, his hands moved to my clothes and, without much of any niceties, he ripped my pants apart at the seam. I was too shocked and way too turned on to care about any of it. His fingers immediately moved to explore the new open skin and all I could do was moan into his lips, because I couldn't stop kissing him.