Isabel grabbed hold of Alexa’s underwear, looping her fingers in the waistband. “Nooo!” Alexa cried. “No no no. Isabel, please. Please don’t. Don’t take my undies. Please.”
Isabel smirked. “Cry to your mommy about it,” Isabel said.
Isabel gave a hard yank as her underwear came sliding down with ease from being worn out. Alexa cried as her bare crotch came into view and she couldn’t do anything to hide. She cried for mercy as she squirmed. “If only you had new underwear,” Sarah said. “Maybe then it wouldn’t have come down so easily.”
“Nooo,” Alexa cried. “Please. Please give those back.”
“No,” Isabel said. “You should have went shopping with your mommy like she wanted.”
“Let me go,” Alexa cried.
“I’m not done,” Isabel said as she grabbed the bottom of Alexa’s shirt.
“Noooo! No no no! Not my shirt!” Alexa cried.
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