MASON'S POV
I turned, slamming her back to the table hard. I expected a yelp but she moaned in pleasure.
"Hit me harder daddy. Maybe I might crack faster."
That did it for me, her chest heaving on my desk as she pushed everything down forcefully.
"I was working with those."
"Guess you need new ones."
I pulled her closer to me by gripping her thighs and she gasped. Body reacting to my touch. I haven't even done anything yet.
"I want to rip this damn dress off."
"It's begging to be ripped."
"How many more of it do they have downstairs?"
"Even if this is the last one, I don't give a fuck."
With that I held the hem of the dress covering her boobs, tearing it like a savage. Her boobs flopped loose, dangling before me. f**k! She wasn't putting on a bra. Sighting her n*****s had
