[ He'd be pressed to find anything to complain about. Without missing a beat, Margo continues to fuck herself down on his cock, as hard and demanding as before she'd come. He hisses sharply when her nails dig into his chest, dragging stinging red lines down his pale skin; she can probably feel the way his cock twitches inside her as the pain anchors him in his body, forces him to feel every sensation with that much more intensity.
His hands fall to both of her hips, guiding her movements to direct her into the rhythm that feels best to him now, fast and deep. She looks beautiful when she arches back, and he admires the elegant curve of her back before his attention is drawn down, where she's really letting him see where where he's fucking her, watching each thrust bury his cock to the hilt inside her.
She's still coming down from her orgasm, squeezing gently around him. He was so close already, he can't last long like this with her doing everything she can to get him off. And he wouldn't dream of disappointing her by holding back now.
With a grunt and a harsh curse Geralt drags her down onto his cock and comes hard enough that, true to her word, his vision briefly loses focus. He spills into her with thick pulses, hips rolling upward, though his grip has loosened enough to allow her to control the pace as she works him through his peak. His mouth falls open on a harsh, panting breath, and he looks up at her through hazy, half-lidded eyes. ]
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His hands fall to both of her hips, guiding her movements to direct her into the rhythm that feels best to him now, fast and deep. She looks beautiful when she arches back, and he admires the elegant curve of her back before his attention is drawn down, where she's really letting him see where where he's fucking her, watching each thrust bury his cock to the hilt inside her.
She's still coming down from her orgasm, squeezing gently around him. He was so close already, he can't last long like this with her doing everything she can to get him off. And he wouldn't dream of disappointing her by holding back now.
With a grunt and a harsh curse Geralt drags her down onto his cock and comes hard enough that, true to her word, his vision briefly loses focus. He spills into her with thick pulses, hips rolling upward, though his grip has loosened enough to allow her to control the pace as she works him through his peak. His mouth falls open on a harsh, panting breath, and he looks up at her through hazy, half-lidded eyes. ]