You're going to have to come up with a good story for how we got our clothes torn and stuff.

We tore each other's clothes off like they were on fire.

"Are you really going to tear all my clothes off?"

I mean he came on real crazy, tearing my clothes and everything.

Never torn each other's clothes off in the heat of passion.

The poor guy had run for cover when she'd come through the door tearing her clothes off and throwing them across the room.

The men tore their clothes and shouted for God to appear.

"You going to tear my clothes off and rape me?"

So all I could do was claw and tear his clothes.

She wanted to take him to her cabin and tear all his smart clothes off.