Sukuna Ripping Shirt の小説・ストーリー

"Thank you. As are you." Michi had her dad's cock in her mouth, and he hissed through his teeth. "Seems I'm the only one naked or semi-naked here." Sue grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. "I don't want you to feel bad. Will this help?" she smiled, teasing. "Very much so," he said, staring at the black nipples that were apparent through the white lace. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He groaned when those huge black nipples came into view. She pushed her shorts off and stood naked.

When I look back over to her through my tear-filled eyes, I notice that she has pulled herself up into a seated position with the help of Kenji. Kenji removes the shirt from his back and hands it to Samara so she can cover her naked body. She takes the shirt and immediately drops the sheet, revealing her breasts that are two sizes larger than my own. My mates avert their eyes as she lifts the shirt over her head and pulls it over her body.

She could not even hide. Rip! Suddenly, the man used force and ripped Luna’s chiffon shirt apart. Luna’s fair skin was instantly exposed in the air. “My, my, white lace.” The man’s eyes almost popped out looking at her bosom. The other men in the distance were excited, too. Luna instinctively wanted to cover herself up with her hands, but her hands were being tied behind her back. She could not even cover herself. The man in the mask ogled at her, almost drooling.

I yelled the poor shirt that I loved was on the floor. "It was just a plain white shirt, I buy a hundred of them for you." He smirked and pulled the string of my bra, unclasping my bra from the back. I don't know how he did that. I widened my eyes as my breast is out of my bra, his eyes darkened in lust as he licked his lips. He pinched my nippled on the left, I whimpered and looked at his eyes, wondering what he's going to do next. He lifted up his black shirt with the logo Nike and throw it on the ground.

"Smile, Sora. The camera hates an Alpha’s fiancé who looks like a prisoner of war." Vardan whispered directly into Sora’s ear. His burning fingers adjusted the knot of the silk scarf wrapped around Sora’s neck. The fabric felt sweltering, suffocating, and abrasive as it rubbed against the reddish-purple bite mark still throbbing beneath the skin. Sora stared at his reflection in the dressing room mirror. He was encased in a stiff white suit. It was a stark contrast to the black bloodstains he had just scrubbed from beneath his fingernails at the studio.

I am alight, moving against him, tasting his tongue and his come in one breath. “Do you like this shirt?” he asks against my lips. I shake my head. Something clicks, and with a sound of ripping fabric, Dante slits my shirt up the middle. The two halves fall away, and he yanks my bra cup aside to torture one of my nipples. I moan his name. Warm air whisks against my bare skin, and I press myself close to him. I can feel his soaked cock against my leg, just below the hem of my shorts. He’s not ready to go again yet, but I’m sure we can find a way to fill the time. I tear at the buttons on his shirt, wishing I had the knife to strip him.

“Come to finish what your dogs started, Russo?” He stopped a foot away. Tilted his head. “No, little fed. I came to unwrap my present.” He bent down just in front of me. It was so close that I could even smell him again. He smelled like cedar, smoke and clean swear. The knife came up slow. The tip traced the collar of my torn tactical shirt without touching skin. Fabric parted like paper. He worked methodically. slice by slice. peeling the shirt away until it hung in bloody rags around my shoulders.

Rippppp… I’m not prepared for his wild possessiveness as he grabs my nightie and rips. The silk dress tears in equal halves, parting my breasts and down the length until I’m stark naked. “Where were we, little slut?” Claiming my waist, he smacks my breasts to his chisels chest, grazing my soft boobs against his hard frame. “You messed with the wrong guy, Scar.” He groans. Oh, god. I feel him go hard. His bulge gradually pushes his fabric and pokes my belly.

She gave his unjacketed body a once over and could see although his frame wasn’t bulky it was definitely ripped as his shirt was tailored to fit him like a glove. Kat chewed her lip and closed her eyes as she exhaled a long breath of resignation before she stood up and lifted her arms up above her head to reveal the side seams of her t-shirt. Batton was methodical in his work, snatching up the bottom edge of her shirt and slicing straight up to the arm pit, then changed his angle and cut along the bottom of the sleeve he then flicked the blade around and cut from her neck outwards. The one side fell away from her, peeling back front and back and revealing her to the General’s eyes. She looke

"I have seen things like this before back in Russia. I have a few friends who may be able to help point out what type of animal could have done this." Jimmy didn’t answer her instead he leaned down to look at the victim's arm. The inner lining of his shirt was ripped open. It looked like the victim's clothing had simply spilt apart. "Have you ever seen that before? He is wearing a new Gucci and it looks," he paused baffled, "shredded." "Da I have seen things like this. I will do some checking. So where are we headed now?" Natalia said, snapping the gloves from her hands.