Novel & Cerita Tear Away Pants Red

So, i took them off sitting where I was. I saw a piece of red cloth, which used to be my top before i tore it, was lying near the bath tub. It was the piece that i had tied on my arm and i guess he untied it to check my wound. I had untied the one on my leg while taking off my jeans.

“I won’t hurt you this time. I have it worked out.” Fury yanked open the front of his pants and threw the belt he tore from the loops behind him. The sound of it hitting the carpet tore her focus away from his tight abs and sexy black boxer briefs peeking from the vee of the pants that hugged lean hips. Her gaze lifted to his, watched him bend closer to shove his pants down, and her heart hammered. Fury tugged and stepped out of the pants to straighten in front of her again in nothing but his briefs. Her gaze lowered to take in that sight but he lunged suddenly.

I say in a hard voice, “Now.” She swallows hard, her cheeks turning even redder. “Here?” I tilt my head. “Did I stutter?” She huffs like she’s annoyed, but I see the way her fingers tremble as she unties the waist and peels the soft fabric down her legs, revealing smooth skin and a lacy pair of panties I definitely approve of. My favorite color. Red. I want to rip them apart. “Panties too.” She shimmies out of them slowly, teasing, as if she has any idea what she’s doing to me.

In her hands, she held a small thermal bag. “Are you sure you didn’t get acid on your foot? I have to insist we wash it with water, just in case.” Then, looking at the discoloration on Red’s shoes, she said, “I do hope shoe polish can fix that.” “Those shoes, my dear, are from Milan while the pants are from Paris,” said the woman in a clear voice. “You don’t ‘fix’ those shoes with shoe polish nor could you buy those pants with your salary.”

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.

"Look... You seem like a fine human being and all..." He gets interrupted by Brian. "A fine human being? Look at what he is wearing?" he shockingly asks. "Yeah, I saw his outfit. What's wrong with it?" he asks. "He is dressed like a gang member!" he responds. "How can you truly tell?" he asks. "Anyone who wears all black and is strolling around at night is up to no good." he clarifies. "That is ludicrous! Also... What type of thug would wear a scarf? He's probably a hipster." he doubts.

The last thing I need is for him to wake up and find me staring at him like some lovesick— No. Not lovesick. Just... appreciative. Professionally appreciative of my boss's— I need to stop thinking before I make this worse. With shaky legs, I stand and search for my clothes. The red dress is— Actually, where is the red dress? I scan the room and spot it near the doorway. Or what's left of it, anyway. The fabric is torn completely down the middle, zipper broken, absolutely unwearable. He ripped it off me. Literally tore it apart in his rush to—

Someone who would ask me to get lingerie and then tear them off my body in a moment of passion. The door to the shop opened indicating another customer and I continued my selection, taking more time between the new design of undergarments. The special design barely covered up any parts but it was so beautiful to look at. I chose cotton pants for Anastasia, for those were her favorites. A small red lace pants caught my attention. I moved closer to the piece and couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was perfect for my body. I was completely out of undergarments and I had to make do with just two since the last season. "I don't think mama will mind if I get this one, " I whispered to myself as I

He’s all muscle, strong and ripped, the ridges of his abdominal muscles teasing me as they disappear into his pants. I lick my lips. “Pants too.” I say and my voice is breathy. He slowly unhooks his belt before unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down. Goddess, I feel like I’m going to combust just watching him strip. He holds on to his pants as they begin to slide off him, making the strip tease last longer. He finally lets them drop to the floor, kicking them aside, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. His erection looks like it’s about to burst out of his underwear. “Boxer briefs, too.”