The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 3) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 3)

... the implicit invitation hanging heavily as he pressed down on her back lowering her against the desk. Cantarella, driven by the residual effects of the potion and her flowering desires, found herself bending over willingly, her elbows resting on the desk, ready to endure whatever was to come.

As the guard behind her worked to unbuckle his pants. She could feel the heat building in her core and radiating through her body. The clank of his belt hitting the floor echoed in the room, signaling the impending intimacy.

His warm hands gripped her firm ass, pulling her cheeks apart, as he watched himself enter her, savoring her surprisingly tight cunt as it gripped him. She gasped, feeling his rigid flesh slide into her. "Ohhh, uh, uh, uh," she moaned involuntarily as his hips began thrusting.

Meanwhile, the other guard positioned himself in front of her. The young guard's pants dropped quickly, the metallic clank of his belt hitting the stone floor. His rigid flesh stood tall, an imposing presence demanding attention. "Suck my cock," he commanded.

Cantarella, caught in the moment, licked her lips.

Her warm mouth opened to consume his cock, enveloping him in the depths of her oral embrace. “Fuck yeah, she likes it!” he said proudly. His hands, like an unyielding force, gripped her hair, pushing her down onto him. Her head bobbed up and down on his thrusting cock, delving into the back of her throat. Even as she gagged, he showed no mercy, her lips wrapped tightly ...

... around him, sucking with fervor, hoping for his seed to spill into her.

The room became a symphony of moans and rhythmic movements as the guards took advantage of the vulnerable position Cantarella found herself in. Cantarella's body arched in submission. The guard behind her thrust into her with a relentless rhythm, each ratcheting her into ecstasy as she moaned and whimpered, responding to the assault.

The room filled with a symphony of illicit pleasure, a cacophony of sounds blending with the rhythmic movements of their bodies merging. Cantarella's hands gripped the edges of the desk, her body pressed against it, completely at the mercy of the two guards. As the guards continued their advances, Cantarella's submission deepened, lost amid the intense and explicit encounter.

Both men thrust in unison, sending shockwaves through her trembling body. The first guard's vigorous thrusts claimed her pussy, propelling her forward into the other man's awaiting cock. Her mouth descended as far as it could go, swallowing him whole, her nose buried in the tangle of his pubic hair. The musty scent invaded her senses as the potion took control, her hands gripping the man's ass, pulling him into her.

The young guard’s dick eagerly thrusted into her mouth, "Yeah, take it all, slut!”

The room echoed with the symphony of debauchery as Cantarella succumbed to the relentless onslaught. Her body writhed between the two guards, their words sinking into her consciousness as pleasure ...