Xena wiggled, squirmed as she rested -- face-down -- across Caesar's strong thighs. A firm, large hand came down on a smooth, naked cheek and Xena shivered, whimpered into the contact. "Yesss," she hissed, tasting copper when she bit too hard on her bottom lip. A low, sibilant whisper tickled the back of her neck. "Shall I punish you more?" Caesar asked, twisting two fingers inside her as he brought his hand down again. "Yes," she moaned. Twisted. Writhed. Came with his name spilling in a breathless sigh. A willing conquest to Caesar's might.
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