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.