[ That moaning, that sweet, soft moaning from the beautiful lips of his lover, was better than any song the Bard had written. This was the overture of a sonnet he loved to hear the best. This was the sound Jaskier made that he loved the most, those little moans and yelps and the way he prayed as Geralt sat there, letting him slide down his meaty sword- And the Witcher was skilled with all his swords after all ... Steal for men, silver for monsters... And thick meaty cock for Jaskier.
The White Wolf is more than happy to give Jaskier as much time as he needs to slide down around his length. Feeling himself twitch and fill out further, thick and hard, as stiff as physically possible, hell, he even gave a little jerk of his hips to help his beloved get that last inch inside.
Feeling the small splash of pre-excitement leak against his abdomen has the Witcher smirking a little. Jaskier was always so easily aroused and brought to pleasure, Geralt liked it, he always enjoyed tormenting his Bard, pushing him to his limits, trying to get him to match that unnatural Witcher stamina. ]
Uhuh, I can feel it alright, Jaskier.
[ He muttered in response, letting his hands slip upwards and hold the Bard by his hips. Rocking him slowly as he groaned, feeling just how snug and deeply he was stuffed inside of him. Jaskier's words worked him up a spell, as Geralt bucked his hips a little rougher than he was going for, watching his lover bounce a few harsh times, slamming back down upon his throbbing tort cock. ]
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The White Wolf is more than happy to give Jaskier as much time as he needs to slide down around his length. Feeling himself twitch and fill out further, thick and hard, as stiff as physically possible, hell, he even gave a little jerk of his hips to help his beloved get that last inch inside.
Feeling the small splash of pre-excitement leak against his abdomen has the Witcher smirking a little. Jaskier was always so easily aroused and brought to pleasure, Geralt liked it, he always enjoyed tormenting his Bard, pushing him to his limits, trying to get him to match that unnatural Witcher stamina. ]
Uhuh, I can feel it alright, Jaskier.
[ He muttered in response, letting his hands slip upwards and hold the Bard by his hips. Rocking him slowly as he groaned, feeling just how snug and deeply he was stuffed inside of him. Jaskier's words worked him up a spell, as Geralt bucked his hips a little rougher than he was going for, watching his lover bounce a few harsh times, slamming back down upon his throbbing tort cock. ]
Fuck- ... Mmm, sing for me, sing.