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Geralt approached Sasha, lying on a bed, her eyes filled with excitement as she spotted him. “If Sasha, or Cantarella as you say, knows something crucial I need to know it… and I won’t let her pleasures cloud her mind.”
Bernard, a smirk playing on his lips, responded, “You’re not the only one with an interest in her secrets. Scaling walls and navigating rooftops with the grace of a cat, he approached the imposing structure, determined to unravel the truth. I’m a spy, Geralt.” Her confession was punctuated by a sharp intake of breath and the release of a primal moan that escaped her lips as Geralt’s thrusts intensified, driving her to the edge of reason. He grappled with anger at the perceived betrayal and an undeniable arousal stirred by the intimate scene unfolding before him. Bernard, overcome by the sensations, directed Cantarella to “Suck my cock!” In a swift and willing motion, she did as she was told, her face descending, her mouth opened as he released onto her face, ropes of his cream-painted streaks across her flushed skin.