Morgana's lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. Her voice was a velvet purr, dripping with suggestion.
"Master… wouldn't it be more exciting if you just tore them off?"
Andrey's eyes darkened with interest. His hand stilled, and he looked at her, a flicker of surprise and intrigue in his gaze. "Tear them?"
Morgana's tail curled around his wrist, guiding his hand back to her thigh. Her voice was low, teasing. "Yes. Rip them open. Like you're claiming me. Like you want to take me apart with your bare hands."
A slow, appreciative smile spread across Andrey's face. He pulled the pantyhose back up, smoothing the sheer fabric over her thighs, his touch deliberate and teasing. Morgana watched him, her breath catching as he took his time, savoring the moment.
Then, with a sharp, deliberate motion, his hands gripped the fabric at the crotch and tore.
