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I gawked at his herculean physique. On that lonely night (lonely night) You said it wouldn't be love But we felt the rush (felt the love) It made us believe it there was only us (only us) Convinced we were broken inside, yeah Inside, yeah This male stripper looked ripped enough to pass as a male model from famous male magazines sporting a variety of underwear. My eyes can clearly see his package bulging from the tight underpants, and I quickly imagined how much of a stud he was. The crowd went wild once again, and paper bills began to rain flooding the stage with richness. The joint forces of the crowd’s wild response and the loudness of the music almost made my ears explode, but the hotness

He pressed a soft kiss on my neck, his lips trailing down my body till he got to my waist, stopping at the strings of my pants before ripping them off. I yelped when he did that, not expecting him to rip the tiny piece off my body. I tried to close my legs together to relieve the pressure, but he gripped my thigh and spread them apart. I didn't have time to protest when he latched his lips on my fold, causing me to arch my back at the intensity. His fingers rubbed me, just as his teeth captured my crotch, tugging at it. I threw my head back on the pillow, a moan escaping my lips.

He shoves his hands into the back of my slip and rips the silk clean down the middle. His rough knuckles graze the length of my spine as the material parts, and I bite back a gasp. I shiver and hold the silk to my naked chest. When he comes around to the front, he wags his finger at me to drop the material. So, I do. What else can I do at this point if he’s going to rip my only clothing to shreds? “Do you want to take your panties off too, or should I give them the same treatment? I promise you’ll be in here naked until I feel like giving you something to wear. I’m not a patient man, so don’t make me wait again.”

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..

he yelled angrily before struggling to climb to his feet to stumble away, bumping into people on his way out. I sniffled as I wiped a tear away. He didn’t want to see me. Mom was right. He hadn’t really loved me. I climbed defeatedly back to my feet, intending to go back to the concert when I heard a loud thud. I spun around before hurrying toward the door where Rip was desperately trying to get up from the floor. I reached down to pull him up, almost falling on top of him as I did so. When I finally got him back on his feet, I shifted on my feet nervously.

“There. Are you happy?” He shrugged. “I’m neither happy nor unhappy. You still haven’t stripped. Now, take those pants off. And, you might as well pull the panties down with them. That classifies as stripping, since you seem to be having such a hard time with the term.” She bit down on a scream as she reached for the buttons on her pants. Pompous. Cocky. Son-of-a…. She slid her pants down her legs, kicking them off as the evening breeze caressed her exposed flesh. She didn’t even stand up as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs as well. When both pieces of clothing were resting with her shirt and bra, she stood back up, her hands on her hips as

The metal clanged against itself as he unbuttoned and unzipped as fast as he could. "Hurry," she panted above him. Pushing his pants and his boxers down his hips, he pulled his cock free, inhaling deeply as the air hit him, cooling his skin. "Fuck, gotta get you out of yours," he groaned as he tried to work on her leggings. Unhooking her legs, they tried to push them down, but when that didn't work; he gripped them on her thighs and yanked down the middle seam, sighing with relief when he heard them rip.

He tugged at the waistband of her pants. The button seemed to be a stubborn little metal circle, but he pounced on it with clumsiness and desperate intensity. He wanted to see her naked. He wanted to enter her body. His legs were too tightly confined by the material of her pants. He needed them stripped off quickly. He managed to wrench the stubborn button open with a forceful yank that resulted in an audible snap inside the small room. He did not take time to appreciate his achievement, his fingers grabbed the zipper tab and ripped it down in a single violent motion. The sound of ripping teeth was clear and unmistakable.

He only deepened the kiss, teeth catching my lower lip, and a rough sound vibrated out of his throat that went straight between my legs. When he finally drew back, we were both breathing too hard. His amber eyes were dark and focused on my mouth. A thin band of shadow still circled my waist like a reminder that he could put me wherever he wanted. Then he reached up, took the front of my new shirt in both hands, and ripped it clean down the middle. The sound of tearing fabric filled the quiet room. I stared down at the ruined soft pink material hanging open off my shoulders. “I could have taken it off,” I said hotly, the words coming out sharper than I intended. “I just got that. It was cute.

“Uhmmmmmm…….” His fingers snag the edge of my pants, and, in one fluid motion, he pushes my pants and lace underwear down. Wetness slides along my walls, and I yearn for something big and long. My hips sway forward hoping my body can brush along his bare manhood, but instead I’m blocked by an annoying towel. My frustrations sore, but I won’t let it stop me. My hatred for the fabric pools in my hand as I rip the last barrier between us off him.