Geralt’s body arched in response to the whip’s sensual caresses, a symphony of pleasure resonating through his every nerve. Sex “Yes, give it to me… The warm wetness flows from her, drenching the bed sheets. Geralts massive phallus landed on her chest and glided between her the cleavage of her breasts to her mouth, its tip oozing a black pre-cum that he guided to her lips. He abandoned his child’s surprise to be free of the fate-assigned burden and yet he felt like something was missing. Fill me!” Yennifer screamed. Deeper! However, the mayor of the town, a shrewd opportunist, caught wind of Yennefer’s activities. Yennefer clings to the hope that this act may be the key to breaking the curse that has burdened her. The symbols of her magic shattered, scattering fragments of the enchantment like sparks in the wind. She surrendered completely to the pleasure, her thighs trembling with the promise of blissful ecstasy. please give me what I desire.”
“No, Yennefer,” he said, with a playful smile, “If you want my cum you have to work for it… without magic.
