Borrowed WifeThe Breeding Favor Chapter 4

The Fruit

I sat on the leather sofa, trying to compose myself. But it was impossible.

Cici stood at the counter, her back to me. She leaned forward to slice the watermelon. The hem of her shirt rode up dangerously high.

I caught a glimpse of... something. A shadow between her pale thighs. Was she wearing black panties? Or nothing at all?

She turned around, holding a plate of red melon slices. She walked over to the coffee table, which was right in front of my knees.

Instead of putting the plate down normally, she bent at the waist.

Gravity did the rest.

The loose neckline of her T-shirt gaped open. I was sitting lower than her, giving me a direct line of sight down her shirt.

Massive, heavy, pale breasts swung freely. No bra. Her nipples were pink and hard, grazing the fabric.

My dick snapped to attention. It was instant. My jeans suddenly felt three sizes too small.