As Geralt’s lips traveled lower, he descended to his knees, inching closer to the core of her femininity, Yennefer’s breath quickened. The djinn’s power, once confined to its vessel, was now unleashed upon the world through him. Sex He could sense the enchanting power emanating from Yennefer’s creation, beckoning him to succumb to its irresistible lure. It trembles with a mix of urgency and longing, conveying her deep need to be consumed by the fiery rapture Geralt offers. He let go of the crying young woman who scrambled to the corner of the room cowering in fear. The mayor of Rinde moved behind the goat, his hands gripping her boney hips like the reigns of a horse. Geralt, lost in a sea of pleasure, can’t help but express his satisfaction. She gasps, a mixture of pleasure and a hint of pain escaping her lips as he continues to penetrate deeper. “Oh, Yennefer,” he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of playful seduction. Take me!”
He slowed down to take his time, teasing, bringing her to the edge again and again. The heat enveloped them both, heightening their connection and intensifying their desires. don’t stop.”
He responds in a husky tone, his words dripping with a mix of command and adoration.
