When their lips separated once more, their sweet tasting salivas mixed with the desirable metallic taste of blood, Caius spun Roxanne around. She was quick to place her hands against the door to stop her front from pressing flat against it.
Caius let out a groan as his rod pressed into the cleft between Roxanne's asscheeks, the material of her nightgown being the only thin piece of barrier keeping them from making skin-to-skin contact, but Caius still trembled all the same.
He had both his hands on Roxanne's front now, grabbing and kneading her breasts while she let out her sweet-smelling breath into the door in front of her.
As Caius had done before, Roxanne dug her nails into the door, and when she felt his warm breath on her neck, she dug them even deeper, pushing back to thrust her plump ass against the hardness of his cock.
