Ripped His Pants Lyrics Novels & Stories

"You're a disgrace to the squad, letting me use your mouth, rubbing your snatch while your teammates are looking for you." "Please, " I gasped, my voice hoarse while he pulled out. "I want to stop. Let me go." He yanked my hair, my scalp screamed at me as he positioned me bent over the support beams, tits mashed on the iron. My skirt was already up, he hooked his fingers on my tiny panties pulling it so hard the thin material ripped off. My panties were torn. Ripped in tow, hanging off my waist. "Shut up, you dumb bitch." He snarls. "I'm the one making the rules here."

I mean he couldn't be that strong to rip jean. The sound of my jean ripping filled my ear. I guess I was wrong. He was strong. "Your punishment is doubled". He ripped my bra off as well as my pant. I was left naked in front of him. He pulled me close to himself and to my surprise, his lips molded with mine. But the kiss wasn't a long, soft, romantic and passionate one. It was needy and short, leaving me more in need than him for I craved for his lips to be on mine again.

I was once again on my knees and in direct line of sight with his thick bulge. “You ruined my pants. What are we going to do about it?”

“Please, fuck me…” He laughs and simply spits on my cunt! I look down to see the thick, white, bubbly saliva slide down my cunt, along my smaller lips that push out, until it threatens to fall off from the thick weight hanging down. It starts with a drop, then another… “Sucha bitch, huh?” He grabs the open ends of the pantyhose and tears them on my body. He grabs a handful, jacks me to himself, and continues to tear it off till he can access me however he pleases

I didn't even realize how the words slipped past my lips. He held the edge of my shorts with both hands. And with one pull, he ripped the entire fabric apart. My legs buckled, breath struggling to come out smoothly.

There was a terrible ripping sound. His pants had caught on something and torn straight up the back seam. “Oh no,” he muttered, his face going bright red. I couldn’t help it. A giggle bubbled up from my chest, then another, until I was laughing…for the first time since last night. “I am so sorry, miss,” he stammered, trying to hold the torn fabric together while balancing his tray. “I didn’t mean to…you just…you look…” “It’s fine,” I managed through my laughter, shaking my head. “Really. Are you okay?”

“Remove your clothes.” She does, slipping out of her sweater and moving to peel her leggings off. “Underwear too.” I jut my chin out daring her to defy me. “Good girl.” I praise her once she is settled back on her knees. Slowly, I undo my belt and pull it from my jeans, tossing it onto the bed for later. Then peel my shirt off without bothering with the buttons. “Undo my pants.” Lyric’s fingers fumble with the button on my jeans and shakily she pulls the zipper down.

I jerked, my body moving on instinct and I hated it to the guts. “Answer me,” he snarled, his hand leaving my breast as he slid it down and shoved into my core,but my pants served as a barrier, stopping him from actually penetrating. His calloused fingers moved roughly against the fabric regardless,making me gasp. “Please stop,” I choked out, as tears spilled down my temples. His fingers stilled, and I thought he was listening, but instead, he pressed harder against my core, and then he pulled on my pants and ripped them off in one go.

I shudder— My whole body jolted as he tore off his pants, bringing my ass and my most sensitive parts to him. My head turned to the side in surprise. I started to turn around—Rumbling sounds filled the room. Instinct calmed me—all my senses heightened. My eyes were on him, but his eyes were on the rip he had created in his pants. He looked as hungry as last night. He lifted my hips, and I barely saw him move.

Zuck said nonchalantly and I heard the sound of my shirt getting ripped again until he completely takes off my shirt. "No shit, Zuck, you can't rip my pants and brief," I said with a sharp tone and tapped his hands away when he suddenly hold the waistband of my pants, I'm wearing a branded pants and Topman underwear now, I don't want him to rip it also. Though, I doubted that he can rip my pants. I slowly unbuckled my belt, then pulled down the zipper of my pants. "Let me help you," Zuck said and didn't bother to wait for my response as he helped me take off my pants and the brief that I was wearing m