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

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

... gods, claim me! Claim all of me!”

The guard behind her withdrew from her pussy, the anticipation hung in the air as he rubbed his hardened member against her willing, puckered flesh. He gripped her hips and pressed his rigid cock into her asshole. Her weakened sphincter muscle spread open as he plunged into her depths inch by inch. At first, it felt like fire had ignited in her, the pain causing her to scream in pain. As his thickness opened her hips up, filling her, making her gasp for air, her body adjusted to his girth, and the pain shifted to pleasure.

"Ow… holy shit…you feel so thick… fuck, my virgin ass…you're stretching me to my limits!" she panted.

His hand gripped her hair like reins, pulling her upright, pressed against his sweaty flesh. Cantarella’s back arched sensually, her full breasts hanging and begging to be played with, as his long flesh pushed fully into her depth, a long moan escaping from her lips. As his hand moved to her breasts, pulling and twisting her erect nipples, she felt his warm breath on her ear as he said, “You like how this feels don’t you!" said

His hand gripped the back of her thighs lifting her off the ground, her bent legs spread open as he began to thrust into her. His strength was overwhelming as her velvety flesh gripped its invader, her body radiating with a pleasure she hadn't known.

Cantarella’s moans filled the air, "Oh gods, yes, holy shit yes! Give it to me!" she begged, lost in the sensations. Her hanging ...

... breasts bounced in rhythm with each thrust, swaying like pendulums caught in the erotic momentum. Her screams echoed in the room, blending with the rhythmic slapping sounds of their bodies colliding.

"Your ass is so fucking tight, slut!" He howled as her body bounced up and down on his tool. Her head was thrown back onto his shoulder, her arm flung around his neck hoping to keep herself steady in the chaos of her desires.

The young guard watched, captivated by the spectacle unfolding before him, his manhood ratcheted up to attention. Cantarella, caught in the throes of pleasure, her moans and pleas creating an intoxicating symphony of desire. Her body was a canvas of desire, caught between the two men who took her with unbridled fervor.

“God you are beautiful,” the young man said as he approached her, his hand pressed into her breast pinching her taut nipple. As he continued to close the distance, his lips met hers, their warm tongues danced together in a passionate embrace when she felt him shove his hard young cock into her yearning pussy. Cantarella’s eyes shot open, as ecstasy etched across her face, as she felt the young man's thick cock slide deep into her.

“Uh…uh…fuck, you are both so big! Treat me like the slut I am! Use me! Yes!” She panted, overwhelmed by the sensation of being sandwiched by two men. The thin flesh that separated the two men's intrusions into her was stretched and pulled apart, the sensations firing off a cascade of pleasure through her nerve ...