#Chapter 108: Shovel Talk

Miles fucks me against the fridge for only a few more length thrusts, then, carrying me, he hobbles over toward the breakfast table and lowers me down onto it. I haven’t the strength to hold myself upright, so I drop onto my back, stretched out over the table. His dick is still hard inside of me. Keeping my ass at the edge of the table, he hitches my legs upwards. “Hold your knees,” he growls, and I do, keeping myself spread wide open for him. His hands grabbing my ass, keeping me in place, he starts fucking into me in earnest again. With the distance between us now, I can see the way his eyes scan over my body. His eyes linger on my tits, with the way they shake, even confined under my bra. Abandoning my knees for a second, I reach behind me and unhook my bra. Then, grabbing the front of it, I pull it off of me and toss it aside. Fully exposed and unbound, my breasts jiggle in earnest, bouncing with the every hard thrust of his cock inside of me. Watching, he grins. “Fuck