The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 4) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 4)

... spirit. Bernard, the Halfling with a sly grin, added a unique dynamic to the scene, his small stature contrasting with the powerful presence he exuded.

As they moved in unison, the air became charged with the symphony of their moans and gasps. Cantarella's sublime surrender was evident in every quiver of her body. She felt completely owned, embracing her role as their willing and eager sexual slave.

As Cantarella's arms tightened behind her, fingers interlacing around Geralt's neck, his teeth grazed against her neck before delivering a gentle bite. Ecstatic cries escaped her lips, "Yes! Oh god yes! I'm gonna cum again! I’m gonna cum so hard! Take me! Take all of me!" Bernard's skilled hand twisted one of her breasts while his mouth expertly sucked on the other. Simultaneously, his hips thrust into her.

Geralt, folding her legs, and spreading her open, united their efforts in a synchronized dance of pleasure. The men pounded into her until Sasha's orgasm erupted in a symphony of ecstasy. Her voice crescendoed, words tumbling out in a torrent of desire, "I'm cumming! Oh, yes! More! Please, more!"

In the crescendo of passion, each person vocalized their impending climax. Cantarella, caught in the whirlwind of desire, uttered breathless pleas, expressing her yearning for more. Geralt, his voice low and commanding, asserted his dominance. Bernard, with a mischievous tone, reveled in the pleasure they all shared.

Her body released a torrent of liquids, and she shook ...

... with the intensity of her climax. Each word, each moan, painted the room with the colors of her pleasure, a vivid masterpiece drawn from the depths of her fervent desires.

Together, their bodies entwined, they reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, leaving Cantarella awash in the aftermath of her surrender to their collective desires.

Bernard approached the peak of pleasure with an unrestrained intensity. As his thrusts grew more erratic, he couldn't contain his impending climax. "I'm going to cum!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the charged air.

Cantarella, caught in the whirlwind of ecstasy, responded with fervent encouragement. "Yes, yes, give it to me!" she screamed, her desire matching his fervor.

Bernard, overcome by the sensations, directed Cantarella to "Suck my cock!" In a swift and willing motion, she did as she was told, her face descending, her mouth opened as he released onto her face, ropes of his cream-painted streaks across her flushed skin.

Her face, now adorned with the aftermath of his pleasure, as her lips closed in around him. Cream glistened on her cheeks, as she sucked his remaining release down her throat. She consumed his releases, fully immersed in the hedonistic moment.

Bent over, her hands planted firmly on the bed, Cantarella's cream-covered face spoke of the uninhibited surrender to desire. With Bernard's release marking her, Geralt, with newfound access, seized the opportunity to go deeper, his hands gripping her hips as he ...