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

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

... at the sheets, her fingers digging into the fabric as if trying to anchor herself amidst the storm of sensation.

With every powerful surge, she felt herself unraveling, the clash of her desires becoming more pronounced. Her lips parted, releasing a series of breathy gasps and impassioned pleas as her body yielded to his mastery. She could feel his presence consuming her, his dominance intertwining with her ferocious longing, drawing her ever closer to the precipice of surrender.

Geralt's motions became more urgent, each powerful thrust radiating through Sasha's body, igniting every nerve ending in a cacophony of sensation. "Oh, Geralt, I'm yours," she gasped her voice a breathless plea as she surrendered herself completely to his dominating rhythm.

With each movement, she felt him driving deeper, his cock a relentless force filling her, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy. "Yes, Sasha, that's it, let go," he urged his voice a seductive rumble that resonated deep within her core, coaxing her to surrender to the rapture enveloping her.

Cantarella's fingers clenched the bed sheets as the waves of euphoria crashed over her. She screamed in ecstasy, her eyes rolling into her head as Geralt's hips continued their relentless plunge into her. The sensations rolled ...

... through her body, a tidal wave of pleasure that seemed to have no end.

Geralt, edging closer and closer to the precipice of release, found himself unable to hold back any longer. He unleashed his passion into her, and Cantarella, overwhelmed by the intensity, screamed, "Yes, yes! I feel you cumming in my ass, Geralt!" The room echoed with the symphony of their shared climax, a testament to the unrestrained desires that bound them at that moment.

In the final crescendo of pleasure, Cantarella found herself unable to contain the explosive release that surged through her. Cantarella shook, her ass burning in delightful pleasure, a reminder of the promises Geralt had made. With each shiver, she felt a sense of liberation, embracing the role she had willingly surrendered to.

As Geralt removed himself, the folds of his seed dribbled down her inner thigh, a tangible testament to the intensity of their encounter.

Bernard and Geralt stood over Cantarella, victorious in their conquest. "She'll be here ready to service your needs whenever you need, Geralt," Bernard remarked with a sly grin.

With that, the men dressed and left Cantarella's spent, satiated body lying on the bed in a pool of her own wet release, a testament to the depths of desire they had explored.