For once, I got the jump on that slut. She is howling, her pussy burning as I tug, and to make it even better, I brace myself, knees apart, and yank extra hard. Huh, my arms shoot up, I rock back, even my breasts wobble up, as I am holding a shred of your panties in my hand, staring dumbly at it. The crowd cheers your nudity, cheering that I exposed you, but instead of savoring it, I feel awful anguish down below.
My open stance and your fierce desire for revenge combine to allow you to slice my thong right in between my lips, and it also blisters my clit as it rides up. I hitch into a squat from my knees to lessen the strain and pain, not the slightest concerned that my frayed and tattered pussy lips are on display, proving what you said about how you carved my cxnt back when.
Still honorable, I wobble and rock back and forth, but don’t use my hands, as I whap my forehead into your sneering face, knocking you away. Am about to leap upon you, but I have to take a few moments to try and pick my thong out of my slit first. Listening to you whining about your nose, I see you rolling on the floor, one of your boobs draped on the wood for an instant. That will be a perfect spot to plant my knee!