1 Work in Abby's Witcher Collection
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“Ungh… Jaskier…” Geralt most certainly did not whine. But he may have let out an extraordinarily high-pitched moan, his eyes rolling back in his skull as Jaskier presses forward, bending him in half until his knees touch his pecs and he can see his rosy little pucker greedily suck Jaskier’s digits in. Holy fuck --
Jaskier licks his lips, “I didn’t know you were so flexible, darling.” Now the excess oil is dribbling down his cock, mingling with the creamy white pearls of pre that’re smeared across his belly.
He groans, “...neither did I…”
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Jaskier promises his Witcher one hell of an orgasm if he can stave off until the bard fits his entire fist inside of him.