the tag was finally let go

All at once, the merciless amount of built-up strain was finally released from her hiked up thong, as the stretched out waistband rapidly shot back to Olivia’s hips. The end result gave a painful sting with a thundering snap, but Miss Vicksen exhaled a sigh of relief, just grateful to be freed from the heightened tension burning her most intimate of areas.

“...Thank you...” Olivia muttered to her tormentor.

“Oh, sorry. Heheh, it umm, wasn’t me who let go...” Katrina clarified.

Hesitantly turning her head toward the artificially apologetic voice, Olivia now saw what her nemesis had meant.

With one hand attempting to hide her sinister laugh, Katrina’s other hand happily flaunted the ripped tag taken from Olivia’s undies. Then lowering the hand from her giggling face, Katrina playfully gestured back towards Miss Vicksen with one finger pointing downward, her crooked smile silently mouthing the words:

“Your underwear.”

Olivia gulped...

...then she looked down.

Stretched far beyond repair, disastrously slipping from around her hips, the waistband of Olivia’s dainty panties had betrayed her in a most catastrophic fashion. The worn out pink elastic had slithered far down and over the gorgeous curves of those bubble buttcheeks, and was set to free-fall from her thighs at any moment. But miraculously, through all this distress, barely holding on as Miss Vicksen’s final hope of any decency, the smallest most minuscule fraction of panty was still left clinging to her naked sex, perfectly tucked between her tight pussy lips.