In frustration, he remembered the hidden compartment in his boot. “I am done fighting other people’s wars. Okxxx Geralt grits his teeth and focuses on his target. Chapter 17: Cantarella’s fate
Bernard lingered in the corner of the room, an observer of the carnal symphony unfolding before him. Oh yes, give it to me! If Emhyr learns what we know, he will stop you from finding Ciri,” Bernard proclaimed, his eyes darting between Geralt and the moaning Cantarella. In the room’s intimate confines, a confrontation unfolded between Cantarella, the embodiment of desire, and the commanding presence of the man before her. In a graceful recovery, he regained his footing, narrowly avoiding a disastrous fall. I need to save Ciri. Take all of me!” Bernard’s skilled hand twisted one of her breasts while his mouth expertly
