The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 1) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 1)

... fuck, oh yes, fuck me, Geralt!" she gasped, her voice a fervent invocation of desire that filled the air around them. Her hands, gripping the bedsheets above her head, clung to the fabric as if trying to anchor herself to the reality of the moment. Her body writhed beneath him, a dance of anticipation and longing.

Geralt answered her plea with a low, guttural growl that reverberated through his chest. "You want me, don't you, Sasha?" he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. His hands, rough and calloused, traced the delicate curve of her waist, the touch a testament to the hunger that burned within him. "You want all of me?" he teased.

"Yes, Geralt, all of you," she moaned, the words escaping her lips in a breathless cascade of need. Her body welcomed him eagerly, each inch of his girth met with a gasp of pleasure that rippled through her. "I want all of you in me, every last inch," she continued, her hips arching to meet his, a silent invitation for him to claim her completely.

With a primal need that matched her own, he positioned himself above her, "You're mine, Sasha," he declared, his voice a potent declaration of possession. As Geralt's thick cock plunged deep into Sasha's quivering depths, she felt him travel through her deepest depths, her sensitive flesh yielding to him with a fierce intensity. The suddenness of his entry took her by surprise, her insides being filled rapidly to accommodate his massive tool. With each thrust, she felt her hips opening to ...

... welcome him, her inner walls enveloping him in a tight embrace that seemed to echo the depths of her desire.

Moans deep from her core escaped her lips as she gripped the linens, her eyes shut, her hair sprawled out as she revealed in the ecstasy brewing between her thighs. “Oh yes Sasha, I can see it on your face. You love this don't you?”

In the wake of his powerful thrust, Sasha's voice rose in a crescendo of pleasure and raw sensation. As she was filled to the brim with his girth, her body trembling with a fervent hunger. "Fuck, yes Geralt, you feel so good inside me," she gasped.

"Beg for it, beg for me to fuck you harder," he commanded, his voice a potent mixture of authority and arousal as he allowed himself to be consumed by the fervor of the moment. The sharp crack of his hand meeting her ass reverberated through the room, a testament to the force of his desire and the intensity of their connection. She gasped, her body quivering in response to the sudden sting, a mix of pain and pleasure that only served to heighten the intoxicating fervor that enveloped them.

"Ah... oh, yes, yes!" she gasped, her voice a mixture of need and pleasure, each syllable punctuated by the rhythmic collision of their bodies. "Oh…yes..give me more! Fuck me! Fuck me harder with your big cock!" she begged, the words drawn out in a chorus of ecstasy as he delved deeper into her.

Sasha's moans grew more urgent, punctuating each of Geralt's thrusts. Their bodies moved together in a ...