Lyra's giggle broke the quiet, her voice light but edged with excitement as she leaned back against me, her body pressed against the iron bars.
"Finally… the rough stuff. I like it," she said, her chuckle low and teasing, her green eyes glinting with a challenge as she glanced over her shoulder at me.
I grinned, my hands tightening on her hips, the heat of her skin fueling the fire in my veins.
"Sure thing, baby," I said, my voice rough with want. "I'll give you something you can't even imagine."
My fingers moved to the front of her red one-piece, the fabric already torn at the back. With a swift, deliberate pull, I ripped it open completely, the sound of shredding cloth sharp in the air.
The dress fell away, pooling in a heap on the ground, leaving Lyra fully naked. Her naked soft big tits and curves were bathed in the reddish-pink neon glow from outside, her nipples hard, her body unapologetically bare in front of Alaric and Afa across the room.
