Caesar's hips snapped forward again with a force that made Johanna scream—a wet, raw sound torn straight from her throat, a ragged "Haaaan! Yesss!" echoing off the stone walls as her body jolted with each hard, hungry thrust.
Her sweat-slick breasts bounced violently with the rhythm, jiggling with no modesty, only need, the nipples flushed, stiff from stimulation and the cool kiss of the air. Her skin glistened, thighs trembling as they braced against the stone slab beneath her, every slap of Caesar's hips against her soaked folds sending another ripple of motion through her.
He wasn't gentle. He had no intention of being. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into the soft meat of her ass as he dragged her onto him harder, faster, driving into her soaked pussy with the merciless rhythm of a conqueror. Her moans grew more desperate, her body jerking with every brutal thrust, her mouth hanging open in a daze of lust and helpless euphoria.
