Amy breaks free

"What the fuck!" Amy is able to gasp around Jamie's cock, fighting for freedom from under the table, pushing it off of herself and rolling away from Jamie in disgust. "What the fuck are you fucking doing?" she screams.

Jamie doesn't say a word. He can't as he's too busy staring at the angry woman standing over him.

Amy is about to shout again, when she notices he's not looking at her face, but rather her chest. Glancing down she can see why. Her shirt is now totally missing, having somehow been torn from her body as she wrestled with the table, and not only that her right tit has fallen loose of her bra, hanging out in the open her erect nipple pointing straight at James.

"Fuck!" Amy screams again, quickly bringing her hands back up to her bust, trying to **** her breast back into it's casing while keeping her cleavage covered from James' view.