Roxanne knew what the grunt meant, and she awaited what was coming with much anticipation. She tightened her already rib-bruising grip around his waist all the more, as if she feared that there was a chance Caius was going to try to escape her insides.
But of course, the thought of pulling out had never dawned in Caius's mind even as his claws made new grooves in the door. But he liked how much Roxanne was holding on to him, as it more than made up for the fact that he wasn't actually holding on to her.
And then, it came.
With a force that almost caused Roxanne to rise against Caius's body, she felt the first spurt of Caius's seeds against her velvety walls. She felt as if every tiny pleasure nerve within her insides was roused to the presence of the warm, thick batter from Caius's loins.
