“Oh gods, oh my…I’m…I’m…”
Sasha’s scream pierced the air, her passions reaching a fever pitch as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her in an unyielding tide of pleasure. Her delicate fingers traced the contours of his chest, eliciting a shiver of anticipation as they danced over the hardened muscles beneath his shirt. Porn sex Her skin, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly radiance. Her tongue danced along his length, tracing each pulsing vein with a hunger that matched his own. A surge of pleasure coursed through him, radiating from his core and spreading outward, consuming him in a white-hot ecstasy that seemed to transcend the physical realm. “Geralt, I must say you have a way with words. Sasha’s hands worked their way across the intricate fastenings of Geralt’s armor, each piece yielding to her touch with a soft clink, unveiling a layer of his chiseled, war-torn physique. On the morning of the Grand Master Gwent Tournament, his arrival to Passiflora was reacted to with a mix of suspicion and celebrity, earning him both wary glances and nods of respect from his fellow participants. Sasha met Geralt’s gaze with a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes, her lips curling into a knowing smile.
