Leni rides Garek

Just as Ciri is trying to sleep, she hears a faint rustling. Her gaze returns to the campfire where Leni, having eaten her share of the meat, rises from her place and approaches Garek. Her expression is purposeful and joyful. Ciri instantly has a premonition of what Leni intends to do. Garek grins broadly, leans back while stretching out his legs and exposes his erect penis. Leni is now standing directly in front of him, the flames illuminating her silhouette and making her eyes sparkle ominously. With a confident smile, Leni begins to unfasten her trousers. Her fingers skillfully work the buttons. The fabric falls to the ground in a fluid motion, exposing her legs. She wears nothing beneath. Her skin glows in the firelight, the muscle definition on her thighs is clearly visible.

Leni throws a brief glance over her shoulder, meeting Ciri's gaze. They hold eye contact for a moment, and Ciri can see the self-satisfied smile on Leni's face. Then she turns back to Garek, kneels over him and slowly lowers herself onto his cock. Garek reaches for her hips, helping her to set the pace. Leni's breathing quickens as she starts to move. Her eyes are closed, and she bites her lower lip as she finds her rhythm. Garek moans softly, his hands pulling Leni closer to him as she presses her body against his. The air around them seems to thicken as the two find their rhythm. Ciri's heartbeat quickens as she watches the explicit scene unfold. Leni, riding Garek with her eyes closed, while he holds her with a triumphant grin. Their movements are fluid and practiced as if they have done this many times before.

Ciri can hear the soft moaning that escapes Leni with each of her movements. Every time Leni lifts and lowers herself, she can't avoid the sight of Garek's penis penetrating Leni. Each thrust, each motion, makes her more aware of her own predicament. Yet, she can't help but watch these two pleasure each other in front of her, while she remains helpless and bound. Leni's hips move rhythmically up and down, her movements becoming faster, wilder. She moans softly, her face a picture of concentration. Garek, on the other hand, breathes heavily, his hands clutching Leni's hips tightly. Each of her movements elicits a moan from him, his eyes are half-closed, he's wholly engrossed in the pleasure of their union. Suddenly, he grabs Leni by the hips and pulls her abruptly off him. His penis pulses and shines in the firelight, dripping with their shared juices. "Open your mouth" he commands. His grip on his penis tightens, the veins beneath his skin pulsating visibly.

Leni obeys instantly, opening her mouth wide. She quickly kneels between his legs, her gaze fixed on his erect member. Her tongue sweeps over her lips in anticipation. With a soft sigh, Garek grabs his hard penis and begins to pump it rapidly. His movements are jerky and uncontrolled, a sign that he is nearing his climax. His eyes are fixed on Leni's open mouth. After a few seconds, his body stiffens. His cock twitches and then his semen spurts out, a strong, white stream hitting Leni's open mouth directly. Some drops land on her tongue, others on her lips and cheeks. The remaining drops hang from the tip of his penis, shiny and sticky. Leni swallows without hesitation, making sure that not a single drop is wasted. Then she wipes her lips with the back of her hand to remove the remaining semen. She gets up, throws Ciri a smug smile, and goes back to her clothes to dress. Garek remains motionless, his breathing still heavy and his eyes firmly closed. It's obvious that he's enjoying the aftereffects of his orgasm. Ciri observes the scene, her green eyes wide open.