Shirts were made to be ripped open. Why else would they cover tits? Pop those buttons and pop a boner, right? Nothing says I lust you like tearing off one's clothing, so let the shredding begin!
There's nothing funny about Michelle DiBenedetti in Brutal Massacre: A Comedy (2007) as she practices her peek-a-boob attire. That's something we'll never a-tire of! Robyn Kelly in Flesh Gordon Meets the Cosmic Cheerleaders (1989) let's her robins fly from their bra-nest in a brief but boob-iful look at her titters. The only thing better than pulling open your shirt to show off your flesh-scoops is adding whipped cream and cherries to them, as Veronica Russell does in Blood Feast 2 (2002). Little things come in big packages, like Arlette Pacheco in En la trampa (1979), where her bitty-titties are torn from their covering for a big package in your pants. Jugs are sexier on stage and in French, and we get both from Miou-Miou in Josepha (1982). When fucking all etiquette about open shirts is forgotten, as Annabelle Hettmann in The Sentiment of the Flesh (2010) proves. What a handful Virginia Madsen in Class (1983) exposes. That's classy. Even in only a bra, Laura Leighton in Melrose Place (1992) shows that tits are tits and torn shirts are for seeing tits. Your spirits will be lifted (among other things) when Sarita Choudhury in The House of the Spirits (1994) gets her hooters freed for some horse-side sex.
Your tailor may be mad, but everyone else is happy to tease you.