I reached down to the neckline of the fishnet bodysuit. I didn't bother looking for a zipper or a button. I hooked my thumbs into the mesh and yanked with a sudden, violent force.
The sound of the thin material snapping was loud in the quiet room. The fishnet shredded instantly, the black diamonds tearing open to reveal her deep, mahogany skin underneath.
Her breasts, finally freed from the tight constriction, spilled out beautifully. They were heavy and full, the weight of them swaying slightly as she gasped at the sudden exposure. Her nipples were dark and rock-hard, pebble-like against the cool air of the penthouse.
"Babe..." she breathed, her eyes blown wide with shock and arousal.
I didn't give her a second to recover. I looked down at her, her body framed by the tattered remnants of the black mesh, making her look like a prize I'd just fought for. The sight of her—vulnerable, exposed, and panting on my silk sheets—was the final straw.
