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

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

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“Oh, Geralt. Gods, you feel incredible! Fuck you are so hard!" she moaned passionately. Overwhelmed by the sensations, her lips curled, her eyes shut, and her head rolled back, releasing a long, satisfied moan. Sasha's body yielded to his girth as he filled her. Her senses alight with the combined feeling of being stretched, claimed, and consumed by the force of their desire, she surrendered to the profound fullness, the overwhelming waves of pleasure that coursed through her very core. Her inner walls embraced him, pulsating with a rhythm that mirrored the thundering beats of her heart, the unmistakable rhythm of their passion, a symphony of their shared connection.

“That’s it, Sasha! Feel me. Every inch of me is claiming you, giving you what you've been yearning for." Geralt’s muscles flexed as his hands gripped her hips, his arms lifting her as his hips plunged into her, faster and faster. He pumped her body onto his hard flesh, lifting her up and down with a precision that slayed her ability to resist the building tide of pleasure. Each descent and ascent was met with a symphony of gasps and moans, a harmonious blend of pleasure that echoed through the room. Geralt's hips created a sensation that resonated deep within Sasha's core.

"Oh, Geralt, oh, gods…I’ve… never felt anything like this before!" she exclaimed, the intensity of her pleasure evident in every breathy word. Her head rested on his shoulder, her focus entirely consumed by the ...

... overwhelming pleasure of his manhood pressing into her pleasure points.

Her body responded to the passionate assault, her hips gyrating as she rode him with the beat of African drums. Sasha screamed begging for more, her hips rocking into his cock as he slid in and out of her, burying deeper and deeper into her pussy. Each successive inch drew forth a cascade of sensations, rippling through her with undeniable intensity.

"Oh, god, you’re a beast! Yes!!!!" she screamed, the ecstasy of their connection reaching a fever pitch. Their grunts and moans became a symphony of passion, each movement, each thrust, driving them closer to the precipice of release. The room filled with the raw and uninhibited sounds of their union, a crescendo building towards the climax that awaited them both.

“Yes, Sasha, show me your hidden desires,” he said as he laid her back on the silky sheets of his bed. “You love relinquishing control! To have a strong man command you, don't you!”

As Sasha's back met the cold silk sheets of the bed, her body arched with the overwhelming sensation enveloping her. “Yes, claim me. Command me! Show me how a strong man takes what he wants,” she said. Her head thrown back, she surrendered to the pleasure that consumed her, a symphony of desire echoing through the room. Geralt's knees found their place on the bed, and her legs opened in anticipation of the ecstasy that awaited.

"Cum for me, Sasha," he urged his hips drawing back and then thrusting into her in rapid ...