She made the tear

Valerie's desire was more powerful than any note of caution her mind could throw at her. To her primal mind, she was inches away from Hawk's cock, and the suit was preventing it from entering her. It had to go.

The nail on her index finger was extra sharp. It was an old trick in the spy trade, useful when you need to pry something open delicately, or as a surprise attack. She used it to scratch at the fabric in the center between her legs, drawing a thin line back and forth.

The thin, smooth material was no match for her nail. She was rewarded by a ripping sound, and some of the moisture in her pussy dripping on her finger. She smiled through her gag, presenting her finger to the waiting Hawk. He smiled, putting it in his mouth, her taste confirming a job well done.

She resumed hugging him for balance as he grabbed her ass. He adjusted her position and lowered her directly on his waiting erection. She let out a muffled cry as his throbbing cock filled her, stretching the insides of her tight pussy. Impaled on his shaft, she began grinding, her body writhing as she hugged him for dear life.

He bombarded her with fierce kisses on her neck, his hands roaming over her exposed back. He brought his face down until he was cradled in her bosom. The skintight suit perfectly contoured itself around her boobs, leaving almost no detail to the imagination. He lightly bit one of her erect nipples, making a shockwave of pleasure erupt in her body.

He held her strongly as he began to move back and forth. Every thrust inched her closer and closer, until a sudden bite on her other nipple caused her to explode in orgasm. She moaned with abandon, her gag muffling her cries of pleasure. Her bliss was extended as she felt his semen inside her, filling her insides with a warm, pleasant feeling.

Once the intensity of the feeling was finished, she hung limp, still hugging him. She didn't want it to be over.

She heard a knock on the door.