I couldn't resist anymore—the sight of her perched there, embarrassed but defiant, her body betraying her with every tremble.
My hands shot up, grabbing the thin fabric of her swimsuit top—wait, no, it was that skimpy assassin suit she'd been wearing, the one-piece that hugged her like a glove, stretched tight over her tits and pussy after our earlier tussle.
The material was already frayed at the edges from the rough handling, and I gripped the neckline with both fists, yanking hard in opposite directions.
Riiiip.
The fabric tore with a sharp, satisfying sound, splitting right down the center over her tits. Her heavy breasts spilled free instantly—full, soft mounds bouncing into the open air, nipples dark and pebbled from the cool cave breeze and her arousal.
