Back and forth, Caius moved.
No words occurred to him in the moment, and the only sounds he could and did produce were grunts. At some point—he had no actual concept of time passing to know exactly when it happened—Caius wound his arms around Roxanne until he had both his hands holding on tight to her breasts. He pressed the two mounds together, he kneaded them, and he squeezed them, he pulled the hard nipples that tipped the two and pinched and pulled, contributing to the gyrations Roxanne was making with her hips.
The climax arrived quickly and suddenly. Caius had no chance against it, and he didn't even try to stop it. He let it arrive, let it make him tremble and fall forward onto Roxanne's back as his cock swelled and his balls grew taut to fire a batch of cum that put the amount he had already fired into her pussy to shame.
