Tear Away Pants Red Novels & Stories

"What are you doing?" His voice was shaky with hungry desire. "Do you think you can resist this?" I pulled the shirt apart and let it fall to the floor. His breathing quickened. The look on his face said he wasn't going to fight this. I smiled. With both hands, I gripped the sides of my lace panties and tore them apart— first one end, then the other end, keeping my eyes locked on his. I spread my legs and let the torn fabric fall. His breath caught.

I’ll never tire of hearing her say my name like that. I fall to my knees and she rests her hand on my shoulder as I help her step out of the dress. Her black heels are almost as sexy as her red ones. My fingers slowly move up the inside of her leg until they’re rubbing over her satin panties. I can already feel her arousal through the fabric. I need to taste her. These may be a little harder to tear because they’re not lace, but nothing gets in the way of a man on a mission. “I’m going to run out of panties” she giggles when I tear them from her body.

Red shouted. He removed his shoes along with his slacks. Only his boxers were left. Katleya stepped closer and pulled down his boxers. She stared at Red’s manhood. “Big. Very big.” She sobbed as she removed her skirt. “Do they have better bodies? Are they sexier?” She took off her bra. “Are theirs bigger?” She also removed her underwear and threw it in his face. “Look at it. Does their womanhood look better than mine?”

His pants are tight, the ends tucked into his combat boots. “You right there?” I grin, “What? Im just admiring the view?” “Pretty sure you were undressing me with your eyes, but sure let’s pretend your stare was innocent” I feel my cheeks begin to flush at his comment. What on earth has gotten into me all of a sudden? This is my best friend, not someone I can see past the friend zone, can i?

Roger, noticing Margaret's expression falling, leaned close to Tyler and whispered, "Hey, can we leave now? Let's just sign the papers and grab the money." Tyler motioned for him to shut up, then asked Margaret carefully, "Mrs. Fuller, should I go ahead and send this girl to the winery?" Margaret didn't answer him. Instead, she reached down and helped me to my feet. Her hands trembled as she ripped the tape off my mouth. The scab on my swollen, torn lips ripped open again, and blood dripped down, splattering onto her high heels. Tyler's face darkened. He shoved me aside and dropped to the floor to wipe her shoes. "You little tramp! How dare you get Mrs. Fuller's shoes dirty! Get out of the w

I tossed the tuxedo shirt aside. Next off were my slip-on dress shoes. I didn't think there was a sexy way to remove socks, so I hadn't bothered to wear any. My feet and toes were now bare, which felt great against the shaggy rug. I knew the next big move was to rip off the breakaway pants, so I waited for the right beat. I teased them for the first couple of minutes of the song, making like I was about to take them off, giving them a few peeks at the top of my red underwear. Then, when the song got to the line, "You're blowing my mind...maybe in time...baby I can get you in my ride," I reached down and ripped off the pants in one quick motion. The girls all looked surprised and thrilled, th

To her surprise, a few members expressed interest, much to the annoyance of Karen and the others. In the manager's office, Bianca had changed into a new pair of pants and was carefully examining her torn yoga pants. Mary, the owner of the yoga studio, approached her. "Mary, someone deliberately made a small tear in my pants in a way that I wouldn't notice when putting them on, but it would split completely when I started moving," Bianca explained, showing the pants to Mary. "Look, it's neatly torn inside the pants, but the outer fabric is torn as well. Mary, I need to see the surveillance footage."

“Parade your shit across every screen and expect me to just sit there?” I tore the blouse open, scattering the buttons across the hardwood. She stumbled back but I followed, shoving her down onto the couch. Her skirt rode up as I ripped the zipper down and yanked the fabric off her hips. My fingers hooked into her lace panties and tore them clean away “Charlie…”

Her eyelids are heavy as she shakes her head, whispering to me. I glide the panties down her legs. She steps out of them, kicking them from the toe of her shoe. They get caught on the end of her spiky heel. One hand slowly stroking down her bare calf, I bend down, detaching the little red scrap of fabric and shove it in my pocket.