As the mayor arrived at the town square, he walked the goat to a center fountain where it stopped to take a drink. XXX He drew back thrusting in and out of her. Oh, Geralt! Bury yourself all the way into me!” she begged, her voice laced with aching need. And with each fall, she plunges deeper into the depths of pleasure, filling her, stretching her. A profound transformation overtook his form. “You’re exquisite, Yennefer. The friction of their bodies, the pressure building within her core, drives her closer to the edge. A man and woman in a simple passionate embrace, his lips consuming her supple pink nipples while their hips moved in unison. The exquisite fullness and the delicious pressure send waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins.
