Read Novel Full Chapter 422: Assassin Suit in Tatters
Chapter 422: Assassin Suit in Tatters
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.
Mira gasped sharply, a high-pitched "Ahh!" escaping her lips as her hands flew up instinctively to cover herself, but too late—the exposure was complete, her tits heaving with the shock, pale skin glowing in the lamp light, faint red marks from my earlier groping still visible.
But I wasn’t done. My hands dropped lower, fingers hooking into the crotch of her suit where it clung to her dripping pussy.
The material was soaked through, sticky with her juices, and I could feel the heat pulsing from her core.
With a growl, I ripped that too—tearing the seam apart with brute force, the fabric giving way in a wet shred that exposed her completely. Her pussy lips parted slightly with the motion, slick and swollen, a thick bush of dark, curly hair framing her mound like a wild invitation.
Juices glistened on her inner thighs, dripping slowly down toward my chest, where she straddled me, the musky scent hitting me full force.
Mira gasped again—louder this time, a choked "Oh god... Dexter!"—her body jolting like she’d been electrocuted, thighs clenching around me as fresh tears of humiliation and lust welled in her eyes.
She tried to close her legs, but straddling me made it impossible, leaving her hairy, weeping cunt on full display for all of us. "You... you ripped it... I can’t believe..." she whimpered, hands hovering uselessly, unsure whether to cover her tits or her pussy.
Angela leaned in even closer, her eyes locked on Mira’s exposed sex with a mix of amusement and hunger, licking her lips slowly. "Oh, Mira, look at that hairy little pussy of yours... all bushy and wild, like you haven’t trimmed it in years."
"Jack must’ve been too busy ignoring you to even notice, huh? Bet his cock was nothing like Dexter’s—probably tiny, limp, couldn’t even get you wet like this."
"How long has it been since he fucked you, sweetie? Months? Years? No wonder you’re dripping like a faucet for my husband... that poor neglected cunt’s starving for a real man."
Lisa chimed in from the other side, crawling closer on her knees, her gaze fixed between Mira’s thighs with a wicked grin. "Damn, Angela’s right—that bush is out of control. Jack’s dick must’ve been pathetic if he left you like this, all overgrown and desperate."
"I can see your juices shining from here, Mira... how many nights did you lie there, fingering yourself thinking about someone—anyone—fucking you proper?"
"Bet it’s been forever since you’ve been stretched as Dexter did earlier in your ass. Look at you, pussy lips all puffy and red, clit poking out like it’s begging. Jack probably couldn’t even find it with a map."
Mira squirmed on top of me, her gasps turning into soft moans as the teasing words hit home, her pussy clenching visibly, more slick dribbling out to soak my shirt. "S-stop... It’s embarrassing..." she whined, but her hips rocked forward involuntarily, grinding her wet heat against my chest, leaving a shiny trail.
"Jack... he hasn’t touched me in... in two years... his cock was small, okay? Barely filled me... but Dexter... oh god, I’m so wet for him..."
Angela laughed softly, reaching out to trace a finger along Mira’s thigh, collecting a bead of her juice and popping it into her mouth with a hum. "Two years? No wonder you’re such a mess down there—hairy and horny, ready to cream just from a rip and a look. But don’t worry, sister... We’ll shave that bush tomorrow, make you smooth and pretty for him. For now, though, let him see how desperate Jack left you."
Lisa nodded, her hand sliding up Mira’s back teasingly. "Yeah, and compare that to Dexter’s monster—thick, veined, the kind that ruins you for anyone else. Jack’s little prick probably felt like a finger. Bet that’s why your pussy’s clenching like that now, imagining him splitting you open while we watch."
I groaned under her, my cock straining painfully in my pants, hands reaching up to grab her exposed tits—squeezing hard, thumbs rolling her nipples until she arched and cried out.
"Fuck, Mira... you’re soaking me already," I growled, bucking my hips up to let her feel my hardness pressing against her ass.
"Angela and Lisa are right—your husband was a fool to leave this dripping cunt untouched. But now it’s mine... and I’m going to fuck every last drop out of you while they tease you about how pathetic he was."
Mira’s resistance crumbled completely, her body melting against me as she ground harder, whimpering. "Please... Dexter... take me... I don’t care about Jack anymore... just fuck me like the god you are..."
Angela and Lisa exchanged heated glances, their earlier laughter melting into low, throaty breaths that filled the cave like smoke.
The bright lamp cast every filthy detail in stark gold—sweat beads rolling down Mira’s flushed skin, the way her torn assassin suit dangled in useless strips, her heavy tits swaying with every shaky inhale, that wild, soaked bush framing her swollen, dripping cunt like a dark halo of neglect.
Angela moved first, crawling forward on her knees with predatory grace. She didn’t ask permission—didn’t need to. Her fingers slid between Mira’s trembling thighs, parting the matted curls roughly until she found that fat, throbbing clit peeking out like it had been waiting years for attention.
Angela pinched it—hard—between thumb and forefinger, rolling the sensitive nub with cruel precision.
Mira’s whole body jerked like she’d been electrocuted. "A-ahh—Sister Angela—!" she stammered, voice cracking into a high, broken whine.
Mira’s hips bucked forward involuntarily, trying to chase the sharp sting of pleasure-pain, but Angela only twisted harder, tugging the swollen pearl until it flushed an angry red.