Novel & Cerita Ripped His Pants Lyrics

damn he fly" I pimp to the beat Walking down the street in my new Lafreak Yeah, this is how I roll animal print, pants outta control It's Redfoo with the big afro And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow, yeah Girl, look at that body Girl, look at that body Girl, look at that body ( I-I-I work out)"

he panted And as he replaced his hands upon her hips, he finally slipped down to her knees. Then pulling fiercely at her blues jeans he ripped them in half turning it instantly into jean shorts showing her toned athletic legs. Lifting himself out of his crouching position he stood and looked at her white top “Let me guess your gonna rip that too ey?” She said, half wanting him to.

He grabbed my joggers and ripped them right off me, making me trip and stumble flat on my face. I whimpered. My body was shutting down. ‘Tsk, what a pity. You were wearing shorts under these?’ He crooned, throwing my ripped jogging bottoms to the ground, ‘I’ll have to rip those off you too, now, won’t I…’ his hand dragged up my legs, inching towards my—

“I want you inside of me…” He mouths messily at my tit. “You want to ride me?” “Fuck, yes. I want to.” “I’m going to enjoy watching these tits bounce,” he says and lowers me down to my feet. “Get those panties off before I tear them off.” I kind of want to have him tear them off so I hesitate, as he tugs his shirt off his head and tosses it across the room. When he sees what I’ve done – or rather, haven’t done – he growls. Stepping forward, he grabs the waistband of my panties and rips them clean from my body.

His voice cut through me again. “On your fours. Don’t keep me waiting.” "Yes…yes, sir." I moaned, knees hitting the bed as a low groan rumbled behind me. I pushed my ass up, breasts pressed to the sheets, my juice slicking down my thighs. Everything else faded. A gasp tore from my throat as my pants were ripped away, leaving me raw and exposed. I barely had time to register before I felt it. That huge cock, lining up perfectly on my pussy lips and...

“Excellent, I was promised a cherry to pop, and I’ve fine with making a tight little asshole bleed. Perfectly fine. But duty first.” He pulled my body down the bed, stretching my arms in terrible pain. He took the thin fabric of my panties and ripped them at the side, cutting my thigh in the process. His cock was nearly purple from his straining erection. I needed the fucking bells to chime. It had to be close. Time had to be up.

There is no way he cN change into an animal. "Ok. Fine. Just don't run away please." He says sounding defeated. "Ohhhkayyy" I sing. He takes of his shirt and pants. Well this is my kind of show. He goes for his underwear and I snap out of it. "Wow,what the hell are you doing." "I don't want to rip my clothes. These are CK's." He say pulling down the piece of clothing. I turn my head quickly but not quick enough as I catch a glimpse of his man meat.😂

I breathed, even as my hips rolled against the hard bulge in his pants. He chuckled, low and dangerous. “Oh you will.” His claws extended with a soft snick. He hooked one sharp claw into the waistband of my leggings and ripped downward in one brutal motion. The fabric tore loudly, cool air hitting my soaked pussy. He didn’t bother pulling them off completely — just enough to bare me. “Bad girl,” he growled, sliding two thick fingers through my dripping folds. “No panties again? You were hoping I’d bend you over and fuck you like this, weren’t you?”

I felt myself wanting to rip at his shirt, I needed to feel his tantalizing skin roaming effortlessly under my grasp and I needed it now. So with a strength I didn’t know I possessed I managed to rip and tear his shirt from his body, and at that moment I saw raw passion explode from behind his eyes. He turned away from the tree as he started lowering me to the grass, he urgently began pulling away at my pants before finally ripping my panties from me as well. I lay there completely exposed to him and I wanted more, there was no time for thinking or contemplating what to do next, this was so urgent, the need to be together that within a second his pants were gone as he plunged his rock hard s

I whispered, but the word was pathetic, wet, barely audible. He didn't respond with words. He just hooked his fingers into the waistband of my trousers and ripped them down. The rough fabric dragged over my hips, my thighs, baring my ass to the cold air. I felt the chill against the bruises mottling my skin, felt the way my muscles tensed as I braced for what came next.