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

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

... heightened her desires, making her crave every part of him. As he released his essence into her, she felt an insatiable need to taste him, to consume the very essence of their passionate union.

Eagerly, Sasha moved to take him into her mouth, allowing her body to slide down his form, her fingers tracing a delicate path along his skin. She positioned herself, ready to indulge in the taste of him, her tongue gliding along the length of his salty wet manhood. She relished in the taste of their shared ecstasy, savoring the intimate connection. The taste of their shared release lingered on her tongue, a potent reminder of the intensity they had shared.

"Oh, Geralt! What have you done to me?" she whispered, her voice a delicate echo in the room.

Geralt, recognizing her insatiable desire, remarked, "I set you free to enjoy your desires."

A wicked smile played on her lips as she nodded, fully aware that this was all she wanted. “You made me a cock hungry whore, Geralt. I hope you can handle me.”

Sasha’s fingers wrapped around Geralt's length. With a deliberate grace, she guided him into her warm, waiting mouth, her lips enveloping him in a velvety embrace. As she began to suck, her tongue traced the contours of his shaft, exploring every inch with skilled precision.

Her mouth moved in tandem with her hands, creating a seamless rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Geralt's body. The sensation of her soft lips and the moist warmth of her mouth stirred ...

... a renewed sense of arousal within him, coaxing him back to life with a fervor that mirrored the intensity of their previous encounters.

As she consumed him, her thighs, damp with the residue of their passion, yearned for penetration. Sasha reveled in the unquenchable hunger that fueled their shared desires, the sensation of his flesh responding to her touch, growing in her mouth. Her tongue danced along his length, tracing every ridge and vein.

As she continued to suck, her movements became more urgent, consuming his growing cock inch by inch. With an eagerness to please him, her lips formed a tight seal around his pulsing length as she took him deeper, her throat opening to accommodate his girth. With every descent, she could feel him hitting the back of her throat, igniting a mix of sensations that bordered on the edge of pleasure and discomfort. Her eyes watered from the effort, her breaths coming in short gasps as she fought against the urge to gag.

Geralt's hands tightened in her hair, guiding her movements with an assertiveness that mirrored the dominance he exuded. "Yes, that’s it, just like Sasha. I love how you suck my cock." His words of encouragement spurred her on, igniting a determination within her to take him as deeply as she could manage, her throat relaxing to accommodate his full length with an unyielding enthusiasm.

Geralt's primal instincts surged, driving him to push further into the depths of Sasha's mouth. As his Geralt's hips rocked, his ...