The witcher fucks the 18-year-old tavern owner

When you unbutton your vest, your tight clothes fit your figure.

You hear the clanking of metal that takes more out of the paladins.

When more of the paladins remove their armor,

E.C.U.'d by his form and his muscles,

You find that you've stopped halfway,

Stripping.

What beautiful breasts.

Your vest is still hanging from one shoulder,

And my pants are wrapped around my ankles

Paladine sees your look, smirking at your shaking hands.

Don't be nervous, we won't hurt you.

A man smiles, a sincere and warm smile spreads across his face,

When it moves towards you.

Still standing half naked, you don't resist,

When he puts his hand around your back, he kisses you passionately.

Your breasts are pressed against his chest,

And your lips are pressed against yours.

Your tongue meets it, it slides apart,

Your lips are firmly attached to it.

His tongue is hot and moist, rubbing against yours.

His other hand reaches down to rub your vagina.

His fingers find their way between their lips, bathed in your juices.

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