She responded with a mix of concern and urgency. Vagrants took residence in the dilapidated buildings that sheltered them from the cold night breeze. Bhabhi Panic surged as he pressed into her, his fingers stretching her, penetrating her, claiming her. Despite the increasing number of soldiers, he remained a force to be reckoned with. “Cantarella, you will pay for disrupting my operation,” he grunted as his thrusts became more powerful and forceful. Please!” Cantarella pleaded, her voice desperate for satisfaction. A wave of tranquility cascaded through her, untethering her mind from the constraints of fear. Stepping into the dim light, Bernard, the halfling, revealed himself as the mastermind behind the operation. “The tracks stop here,” Geralt noted his finger the footprints in the dirt.
