Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... caressing every inch. She revels in the taste and texture, savoring the sensations that ripple through her as she pleases him.

Geralt's breath hitches as he feels her warm mouth enveloping him, her expert movements sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He moans in response, his voice a mixture of pleasure and encouragement.

"Oh, Yennefer," he gasps, his voice laced with desire. "You have such a talented mouth... Keep going, just like that."

She intensifies her efforts, her lips sliding along his length, her tongue tracing tantalizing patterns. The sound of her rhythmic sucking fills the air, mingling with their shared breaths and the echoes of their pleasure.

Geralt's hands find their way into her hair, gently guiding her movements, silently urging her to take him deeper. The sensation of his firm grip and the encouragement in his touch only fuels her determination to please him.

Yennefer's head moves up and down, her lips sliding along his length with fervor. The seal of her mouth breaks intermittently, creating a delightful slurping sound that fills the room. She is relentless in her pursuit of pleasure, her movements becoming more feverish with each passing moment.

Geralt, lost in a sea of pleasure, can't help but express his satisfaction. "Yes, Yennefer," he groans, his voice filled with need. "Just like that... Take all of me."

Yennefer pushes herself to her limits, her head coming up gasping for air, a trail of saliva glistening ...

... on her lips. She looks at him with a mix of satisfaction and longing, her voice slightly breathless as she asks, "Are you happy?"

Geralt gazes at her with adoration and reassurance. "Yennefer," he replies, his voice filled with warmth, "as long as you're with me, I am more than happy. You bring me joy beyond words."

With a tender smile, he reaches out to her, inviting her to straddle him. Yennefer's eyes light up with anticipation, a spark of desire igniting within her. She positions herself above him, their bodies aligning in perfect harmony.

As she lowers herself onto him, a delicious shiver runs through her. She can feel the heat of his desire, his strength, and his love beneath her. Their connection deepens as they become one, their bodies merging in a dance of passion.

Yennefer's hands find their place on his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she finds her rhythm. The movements of her hips are both bold and graceful, riding him with a mixture of control and surrender.

With each rise and fall, their bodies respond to one another, a symphony of pleasure and desire. She feels him deep within her, filling her, and a surge of ecstasy courses through her veins.

Her breath quickens, and her moans mingle with his as they indulge in the intoxicating pleasure that their union brings. Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in the moment, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony.

Geralt's hands caress her, roaming over her curves with ...