The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 2) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 2)

... leading up to this moment, had prepared her for the ecstasy that awaited.

Geralt's hands on her hips guided her, a steady presence as she welcomed him into her, savoring the deliberate and unhurried descent onto his wondrously thick and hard flesh. The magical potion made every touch feel new, different, and more sensual than before ratcheting up her need for pleasure. Each inch of his penetration brought forth another gasp, her body yielding to him, the velvety warmth of her flesh enveloping his arousal.

"Sasha’s, you are so tight," he said as he pushed her hips down on top of him and sat up. Her arms wrapped around him as her head rested on his shoulders. Moans of pleasure and passion escaped her lips, growing in intensity with each passing moment. As she finally received the prize she had yearned for, the insatiable hunger for pleasure enveloped them both, creating a symphony of shared desire and fulfillment.

Her moans of pleasure echoed in the room, punctuated by short breaths, as she continued to ride him, her movements increasing in both speed and urgency. With each downward thrust, she could feel him filling her, stretching her in new ways she hadn't imagined possible. Her body responded eagerly to his insistent rhythm, her hips swaying and bucking as she met each of his thrusts with a fervor that matched his own.

Geralt's hands guided her hips, encouraging her movements as he met her halfway, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony as they both neared ...

... the peak of their desire. Sasha's back arched, her breasts bouncing with every movement, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as she allowed herself to be consumed by the overwhelming sensations that threatened to send her spiraling into ecstasy.

Amidst the heady whirlwind of their passions, she let go of all inhibitions, surrendering to the pleasures that Geralt was bestowing upon her. Her body was his to command, her desires his to fulfill, as she gave herself over entirely to the sensations coursing through her. Her hips rocked with fervor, her inner walls pulsating around him as she rode him with a primal urgency.

"Geralt," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper as she rocked against him, "I can't hold on much longer!" Her body pulsed with a passion that threatened to consume her, her muscles tightening and releasing with every thrust.

He lifted her off the bed effortlessly, her legs wrapping around him. Geralt pressed her against the wall, the cold, hard surface of the wall pressed against Sasha's back as Geralt. Positioned against the unyielding barrier, she felt the intensity of the moment heighten, the promise of a powerful climax lingering in the air.

With a purposeful thrust, Geralt impaled her on his thick arousal, the sensation of his cock buried deep within her causing her body to shudder in pleasure. Each powerful movement against the wall sent shivers through her body, his every thrust a symphony of unbridled desire and unyielding need. ...