“Is there no easy way to taking this dress off you? Am I going to have to rip it off?”
“How am I to dress up in my finery, and go off and away to smart parties, after the sorrow I have seen today?”
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to walk through the woods in a dress and heels?!”“So take them off…..”“What?” I question him, confused.“Well, not the dress obviously….unless you want to. I won’t object,” he smirks.“The shoes. Take off your shoes.”
“Nice dress. Take it off.”
“I never knew where I was going, but I ripped the tits off of everything that got in my way. By the time they figured me out, it was too late.”
“You have a lot to answer for, love. I can't decide if I want to take you to my bed and bust that perfect ass of yours or rip off your clothing and take you here and now against the wall.”