I pulled up the pantyhose until they hugged my breasts, feeling the pressure of the fabric against my hot skin. My body vibrated with the friction, but the real pleasure began when I started to tear them. Every tug of my fingers, every sound of the fabric tearing, made my arousal grow uncontrollably. The more I broke them, the more my naked body was revealed, increasingly vulnerable, more desirous. My breathing hitched with each tear, until I was left naked, exposed... and completely turned on.