Jason let out a soft despairing sigh. Swipe right. Swipe right. Swipe right. Swipe right.

His co-worker and supporter St. Paul had suggested to him that he try out spunk and, to begin with at least, he'd loved the idea of it, see a girl, read her profile and if you felt compatible, swipe right, if not, swipe left, easy right ? But as daytime had passed and conversation with matches led nowhere but the casual hookup he had, as many did, grown to dislike the nature of the beast, no longer bothering to scan their profiles or checking for any compatibility, now, as he lay on his couch, the TV in the background signal playing some asinine sportswoman he only barely glanced at each adult female 's pictures before he swiped right on them.

Jason was, he knew, not by any means unattractive, he had a slender build with quick friendly feature, short brown hair and liked to consider himself quite open.

Tinder had netted him a few escort, a couple with cleaning lady, a yoke with dickgirls and though many had ended in a memorable Night, sometimes with him on top, sometimes not, none had given him that spark he was really looking for.

He paused as he made a match, no longer feeling the thrill of surprisal and hullabaloo as he had initially been, but he was still peculiar to see who'd swiped right on him.

The little girl that popped up on his feed was cute, a bright attractive smile, blue eyes and red hairsbreadth, skin pale but with an adorable smattering of freckle, she looked to be asset sized, not something he'd experienced yet on the dating scene but certainly not something that put him off her. lulu was peach, and sometimes having a lilliputian supererogatory made for a more pleasant experience, diffused and warm, more relaxing and loving, or so he figured, anyway.

He checked her profile and was intrigued to find it was rather slim on details, listing her as being just shy of six and a one-half foot and a dickgirl.

He raised his eyebrow some, six and a half pes was magniloquent, almost a base taller than himself and yet another matter he'd never before experienced in a partner.

He leaned back and thought about what she would be like, as tall as she was and summation sized too she would be a figure to behold. Given the measure he was cognizant of, after all, he couldn't help but marvel just how well equipped she would likely be between her thighs too.

As he was scrolling through her pictures, all selfies from a low slant that mainly just showed her gorgeous smiling nerve, only a few walkover capturing a mite of the seemingly impressive sizing of her bust, a little house of cards popped up in the lower box of his screen.

‘ Hey'

He opened it and was surprised to see it was the carrottop WHO pictures he'd been browsing through, Sarah.

‘ Hey,'he wrote back, the monetary standard opening of, ‘ no I didn't swipe right on accident ’.

‘ You ok ? X'

He smiled, a girl who jumped straight to leaving x's on their messages were usually interested, ‘ Yeah, just chilling, wbu ?'

‘ I'm ok thx, just relaxing, watching TV x'

Me too, what you watching ?'

‘ Just the after talk from one of the centaur races x'

Jason glanced up at his screen, a centaur, roughly nine foundation tall and built like a tank was grinning, speaking to a reporter who was stood on a set of step holding a microphone up to him, discussing his win, ‘ Me too lol, It's crazy how fast they are.'

‘ I know haha x'

He smiled a fiddling and looked towards the TV, they were an interesting increase to smart set he thought, up until 50 or so years ago they had lived in their own cities and enclaves, but over the last few decades had integrated into society, becoming a placeable part of day-after-day life.

Sure there were challenges, after all their sizing and physical departure meant they needed unique living accommodations and many quickness were labelled as human only, not out of any sequestration, but simply because a nine foot tall muscled beast of a centaur simply couldn't enter many homo organisation. You couldn't just bring a stallion to the cinema or to a restaurant, after all.

However many places had opened, especially recently, run by Centaur and mankind alike to cater to their needs, housing was built specially for them and, in a stroke of togetherness and unity, was no longer referred to as ‘ stabling ’.

‘ Your visibility said you liked new experiences x'

He read the message and smiled, most dickgirl's assumed that meant he would be open to trying one of them out and the I he had dated had felt special, each believing that they were his first, but in the end he meant what it said, he liked trying new things, new mass, new food, new position, and the like.

‘ Yeah, got something in judgement ?'he wrote back.

She was precious and if a simple little date led to him trying out something new like a thick tall Aythya americana dickgirl, why not, regardless of who topped who he'd have a memorable evening.

‘ Maybe we could go for burnt umber ? Or potable ? X'

He smirked, ‘ So you're the something new then ?'he asked.

‘ I think I might be more than you're expecting x'she responded.

It was like she thought he hadn't read that she was a dickgirl. But nevertheless, he enjoyed the secret plan of cock cat and mouse, regardless of whether or not she was his number one, letting her believe she was made it so much more fun for the both of them.

‘ strait charge up, I get off of work at five tomorrow, is there anywhere urban center eye you'd like to go ?'

‘ Sure ! I know a post, institutionalize me your number and I'll send you the details x'

He did and slack up, a smile on his face, tomorrow he might find out that discharge. Worst grammatical case scenario he knew, at least he'd at to the lowest degree get laid.

Day rolled over into night and Jason fell asleep with thought process of Sarah, imagining her diffuse body, her laying on her stomach, his cock slamming in and out of her pickle, or of him laying on his back, her atop of him missioner, the womanishness of her body pressed against his form, her massive top and skeletal system making him feel so pocket-size as they fucked.

needle to say, he awoke with wood, but, thanks to the joyfulness of modern life didn't have time to sort himself out, instead needing to get himself set up to go to work, always hurried to do so.

He dressed and ate breakfast after showering, his food held in his oral cavity as he picked up his bag and scarf on the way out the door to begin his short commute from his flatbed to his office.

He checked his earphone and found he had a textbook from an terra incognita number. After saving the link as ‘ Sarah ( T )'he checked the message. She had listed an speech just a few streets over from where he worked and while he didn't know the burnt umber shop by name, he at least knew whereabouts it was.

He texted back the O.K. and they agreed to run across there at half five, shortly after he got out of work.

He arrived dressed in his casual wear as he set about workplace with his co-worker, designing an app for their current client, discussing feature article, passing on habitus, holding group meeting, the unit thing was very laid back, though they conducted themselves seriously, taking superbia in their work and in the success of their small organisation.

He was sat at his workspace when St. Paul came up, putting a sinister coffee down beside Jason as he worked, leaning on the desk,"Hey in force job with talking down the client."

"Eh it was zip,"Jason smirked, picking up the cup,"I just explained that if we were going to have all the changes they wanted how a good deal it would be them. They saw our item of view rather quickly once they saw the numbers."

Paul chuckled and shook his head,"How come they always want to change their judgment on the base design like, a week from us finishing ?"

Jason shrugged,"They don't put enough thought into how they want it all displayed. They only ever say what they want not how they want it presented. It 's hard to be intimate that before you see the app, then once you do, it's never how you envisioned it. But oh well."

St. Paul shrugged,"I think it looks fine, should be a success for them."

"Heres hoping,"Jason agreed, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Up for a few drinks with the team tonight ? There 's a new cabaret a few streets over that has the cutest centaur waitress."

Jason chuckled, human and centaur relationship were rare but not unheard of, they mainly just served as eye confect for one another. Human lady friend for their petiteness and beauty were lusted after by centaur men while centaur cleaning woman, with their massive size, were often lusted after by human men, after all, their chest were seldom modest than the men 's heads.

However, the two were, on a sexual horizontal surface, simply incompatible in Jason 's mind.

Female centaur rarely showed an interest in men with their practically diminutive size and female adult female simply couldn't handgrip centaur men, they were just too big, though there were exceptions, of course, love blossomed despite sex and some little centaurs could get with some tumid humans, gods knew he'd seen a duo such porn video online, but it was still a mismatch.

"wish I could but I have a appointment,"he smirked.

"Oh ?"Paul laughed,"Another tinder match huh ?"

"You guessed it, we're going for coffee then-"

"Then,"Apostle of the Gentiles continued for him, mimicking his spokesperson,"Then you'll go back to hers or she'll come back to yours and soul will ride mortal 's tool allllll night long and it'll be amazing and you can come into work the next day and bragging about it to Alice Paul. How right was I ?"

Jason laughed,"Yeah pretty much, hows your girlfriend doing ?"

He smiled some,"She's doing fine."

"Still fighting ?"Jason smirked and Saint Paul rolled his eyes.

"Only about who gets to top."

Jason laughed and Paul shook his head, smiling, returning to work as the two of them continued their efforts on the app, passing builds to and fro from software engineer to nontextual matter, to testing to back again.

It was an eternal oscillation seemingly, but at the end, they almost always delivered a product that the client would be happy with, even if they didn't realise that justly away.

As it was, for today at least, they hit their targets, pulling the app together and sending off, what they hoped was, the net variation of the app to the clients, where an electronic mail in the morning would grant them the final verdict on whether any other changes needed to be made.

But for now at least, there was celebration, the satisfaction that came with completing a project, as Paul had said the squad was getting together for a round of potable at a bar, but Jason had former programme. As he checked the time on his phone he smiled, he'd be just in time for his date with Sarah. He glanced towards his bag and debated bringing it with him, it had many of his body of work files in as well as his laptop, but it would be a pain to drag it around all evening. Anyway, he had his keys and wallet in the pockets of his coat, if at any distributor point over the weekend he needed his laptop it wasn't exactly a long walk to blame it up.

After deciding to provide it he stepped outside he wrapped his coating around himself a little tighter, the winter calendar month bringing with them an early night and a chill to the evening that made him thrill, hunching his shoulder joint and resetting his scarf to be a footling snugger around his neck.

Popping his collar to further protect him from the frigidness he dug his hands into his sac, his breath forming a mist as he began to walk the streets towards the coffee shop they had agreed to meet at.

Checking his phone as he drew close to where he thought the cafe was he checked the clip, he would be a few transactions early, but it was better than being a few minutes late he reasoned, once again checking the text edition from Sarah, ‘ Greyson Street ’, he glanced up at the sign on the street corner which at least confirmed he was in the right place, now he only had to find oneself the coffee bar in question ‘ The serenity and Pace coffee bar ’.

He spotted it several buildings down and on the other side of the street, smiling as he did, making his way towards it. As he passed the other commercial construction, shop, cafe's, saloon and eatery he noticed that many of them were Centaur friendly, their doors taller and broader, the roof higher to accommodate.

He pursed his sass, feeling the cold air run through his short chocolate-brown hair, sweeping it back and thought back to her profile, to their conversation. He'd barely seen any of her below the neckline and she had hinted strongly at being something new he likely hadn't experienced before.

As he noticed the cafe he was heading towards sported the same broad tall door his mind made the probably connection.

He pushed open the door to the cafe, the warmth of the room hitting him, the cold fleeing as he drew in a deep hint, the olfactory property of java and coat mixed with a less intimate fragrance, but one he recognised all the same.

About two-thirds of the customers in the coffee bar were Centaur, male and female, standing at tall tables varying in height with large burnt umber and sweets, a scattering of humans using usance high hot seat let the two intermingle.

Sitting at one of the belittled tables was a comrade face, Sarah, her elbow joint resting on the edge of the board, ribbon against the side of her head, digit trailing absently through the wavy lock chamber of her orangeness pilus, her former hand resting on the rim of her cup, steam trailing in little tendrils through the spread of her fingers.

She was wearing a wide-eyed jersey, a logo from one of the Centaurus racing teams on the movement, the curve of the shirt following the breaking ball of her breasts, full and striking, the shirt stretched so tightly around them that he was pretty sure he could see the outline of a bra, the shirt trailing down over the thickness of her design. While her legs betrayed a signaling of mottling on a blank and orange pelage she was mostly covered from the waistline down in a warm daily scrubs that covered her back, butt and set up pegleg, the front two exposed with another moorage of material trailing almost elegantly down the front.

As he started to wreathe his way between the tables towards her, passing a coat rack that, thanks to the cold of the eventide, was laden with a few hard looking jackets and coating, he started to unbutton his own heavy coat, settling the collar down and unwound his scarf.

He was a twain of tables away when she spotted him, her middle lighting up with realization from his characterisation and, as he smiled, so did she, delighted that he didn't seem in the least bit bothered by the revelation of her nature.

"Hey,"he said, mimicking his first subject matter to her on Tinder as he slipped his coating off from over his shoulder, laying it across the back of his gamey chairman which he climbed up onto, a feat proving not to be too difficult given that she was certainly one of the smaller centaur, no nine infantry behemoth as he had seen race the night before on tv, though six and a one-half metrical unit was by no way lowly by his standards.

"Hey yourself,"she said, her voice rich and welcoming as he settled to sit paired her, her eyes a refulgent blue, scanning over him curiously, drinking in his slender form and unfeigned smile, the look of backup across her lineament tangible.

"Surprised I'm not turning arse ?"he said with a smile as she picked up her wide-brimmed cup, taking a sip of her coffee berry before nodding a small, her hooves making a little clicking interference on the level as she shuffled her stance.

"Mmhm, not going to lie, the lastly couple of dates I've been on never really got this far…"

Jason smiled a lilliputian, wanting to point out that her profile wasn't exactly forthcoming about the fact that she was a Centaur, but that hardly seemed civilised conversation,"Their red I suppose. Jason."he said, holding out his deal to her, grinning a little.

She smirked playfully, her lips a lovely shade of red as she reached across, taking his hand in her own, very much warmer hand, her handgrip piano despite the bombastic size of her hand,"Sarah, can I get you your first coffee ?"

He tilted his fountainhead slightly as he pulled his bridge player back, resting his munition on the board, he'd been about to go get himself his own, but it would be rude to decline,"Please, melanise, no sugar."

She smiled and nodded, taking a mates of steps back from the tabular array before turning and making her way cautiously through the other generously spaced mesa towards the return where one of the aforementioned behemoths was being served.

He tilted his headway, quite shamelessly watching her ass as she walked, trying to evaluate how he felt about his date being a centaur. He had to admit her butt was huge, her gown trailing down to the back of her knees, though at the bottom he could just see the end of her flowing keister, the same enchanting shade of Orange River as her hair.

As he watched her, wondering just where the night might lead, he realised that he was in fact completely alright with her being a centaur, though it did contribute to take care the only other snippet of info he had gained from her profile. She was packing.

Biting his lip he sat a fiddling straighter, thinking about the implications that entailed, beneath that simple-minded nightgown lay something that was, in fact, completely new to him, as she had promised.

She returned to the board, smiling as she set the burnt umber in forepart of him, minuscule than hers, expectant for a human he quickly clasped his still cold paw around it, letting the heating system from the cup work into his fingers, warming him.

"Thanks,"he said softly, looking up at her and smiling,"So uh, what do you do for a living ?"

"Oh, I'm a bartender, the time of day are a picayune dodgy sometimes but I enjoy it, you ?"she replied with a smile.

"I'm with a small firm, we design apps and hooey, It's pretty fun work though it can be stressful sometimes, tight deadlines, annoying clients, the like."

She nodded along, listening and watching him all the spell, her look one of intrigue and involvement,"speech sound reasonably cool, you work near here ?"

"Just a few streets over,"he confirmed with a petty shrug,"on the corner with Smiths."

"Ah, I know it."She smiled,"I live just a few streets over the former way,"she continued before taking a sip of her deep brown.

He smirked a piddling, a not so subtle hint on her persona that her pad was a five-minute walk from here, he wondered just what she was looking for from this, though he figured she wasn't looking to top, given their relative sizes.

"So you been with many Centaur before ?"she asked, trailing a finger along the woodwind instrument of the table top, a peculiar feel on her face.

Jason raised an supercilium,"Actually, you're the number 1 I've ever been on a particular date with. I knew a couple in University and I've worked with a couple, though."

"Mm, I'm surprised. Usually, people tend to ask a thousand questions."

He smiled,"Figured that might be rude. And it's not like I don't know things about Centaurus in superior general. That, and I want to get to know who you are, that 's More significant than what you are."

judgement by the flush that formed across her cheeks under her light smattering of freckles and the warm little smile, that had been the rightfulness answer,"So no doubt at all ?"she asked as if fishing.

He took a sip of her coffee bean, maybe she just liked talking about centaur material,"Well…"he rested his mentum on the rachis of his hand, contemplating for a here and now,"You don't mind ?"

She shook her head, smiling.

"okay, well,"he lowered his voice to an almost conspiratorial tone of voice,"How do you, you know, clean ? At the rear ?"

"Like how do I wipe my ass ?"she asked, tilting her head.

It was his round to blush now, caught off guard by her bluntness"Ah, that 's not what I meant, I just mean like-"

She laughed, a warm rich people sound that was infective, a smile creeping to his own sassing as he realised she was teasing,"I know what you meant Jason, did you fuck you're cute when you flush ?"

"Ha, thanks,"he said, rubbing the back of his head a little as he chuckled bashfully, lowering his hand back to the table to smile.

"I've got a really big shower bath with really inviolable jets, gets almost everything it needs to, you just, like, put the liquid goop in the shower fountainhead and after a little while it runs out to just urine and it rinses it out. But every few twenty-four hour period I go to a groomer, trim the hair, get my hooves done, that form of thing,"she explained, delighted to see just how attentively Jason was listening.

He thought about it for a consequence,"Isn't that, you know, a petty awkward having people down there ?"

"Only if I get hard."she smirked, drawing out another of his flush as he glanced around as if checking to see if anyone had overheard her before turning back to see her giggling gently again,"Ah you get used to it really and it's nice ! Like having a haircut, but all over."

"And those little tufts at the back of your hooves ?"he asked, curious since they stuck out a little longer than the rest of her coat.

She smiled brightly, clearly happy he'd noticed such a small detail,"I think they look cute."

"They do,"he said, her smile deepening as they sipped from their boozing, Sarah draining the last of hers.

"So uhm… Should I get another coffee ? Or…"she left the residuum wall hanging, curious.

Or ? ..."he prompted her unhelpfully, smirking.

She rolled her eyes, but smiled,"Ooor, we could hit up a club ? I know a proficient one just up the road."

Jason thought for a minute then smiled, nodding,"Yeah that sounds good."

She smiled brightly and he lifted his cup, finishing his own coffee in a long draught before setting down his cup, letting out a low sigh,"Shall we ?"

"Mm !"she responded eagerly, taking a step back from the table, waiting for him to join her.

He stepped down from the chair and collected his scarf and coat from the backrest, of his president, shrugging his coating on, subconsciously feeling for his samara and notecase, making surely both were in their assigned sack before opting to engorge his scarf into an interior air pocket, figuring he wouldn't need it if it was such a short walk.

Regardless he buttoned up his coat, popped his collar and looked across to Sarah, who was stood there smirking,"What ?"he asked, matching her smirk.

"You just look so cunning popping your collar, trying to face like Sherlock hm ?"

He laughed a little and shrugged, motioning with his head towards the cafe's door,"I mean he's got dash ?"

"True,"Sarah smirked and followed him towards the entranceway of the coffee bar, pausing only briefly to retrieve her own heavy winter coat from the rack, pulling it over and around herself, joining him outside.

He looked up at her, able to properly size of it her for the 1st time now they were outside and it seemed she was doing the same, a tranquilize mo passing between them as they looked one another over.

The top of his head word came up to her articulatio humeri, conveniently, at least for him, putting her full sheik of her breasts at just below his eye level. With her bod, being taller and thicker than his, she seemed practically amazonian in dimension, making him find little than he actually was.

"Shall we ?"he said with a smile, offering her his arm which, with a smirk, she took, looping her own around his and glancing around.

"This way,"she said, gently tugging on his arm as she urged him down the street.

He walked with her, finding himself smiling a petty, enjoying her company and the pleasant warmth of their soundbox so close together as they walked, just the right amount of intimacy.

"Can… I ask another question ?"he asked, breaking the silence as they walked.

She looked down at him, smiling a little and pendulous,"Sure ?"

"... Even if it's a little weird ?"

She grinned, looking ahead,"Those are the outflank questions."

He hesitated despite her agreeing,"So, like… How do you, you know ?"

"What ?"she asked, glancing back down at him.

He shrugged,"You know."

"I really don't,"she nudged him playfully as they walked, smiling,"seed on, out with it ?"

He bit his lip,"... tug off ?"

She let out a soft laugh and gave his arm a indulgent affectionate squeeze,"Asking the real query now, hm ?"

"Well you said I could ask anything."he said a little defensively, but with a sissiness to his tone.

She giggled a piddling,"I don't, I just go on dates with cunning son like you and see where it leads."

He blushed brightly, which only caused her to laugh to a greater extent, squeezing him again, enjoying his discomfort.

He walked alongside her, his arm looped with hers and found himself in a position he seldom came across, he was on the back foot, Sarah taking the jumper cable it seemed, causing him to blush and feel uncertain as to whether or not she was teasing or being dependable. He had, after all, come out here with the almost express intent of getting some action at law, how difficult would it be to consider that she had come out with the Lapp intentions ? The good little girl vibe he'd gotten from her profile, with her warm friendly smile and freckle speckled cheeks seemed, increasingly he thought, to dissemble a not so impeccant side to her.

They arrived at the, he thought, hilariously named, ‘ Centaur of attending'and stepped in through the wide framed threshold into the familiar virtuoso that came with, Jason knew, any nightclub, the smell of citizenry and alcoholic drink, the club thrumming to a beat that he'd heard before, but couldn't name, the gang, to his surprisal, a pretty even mix of human and centaur, the space inside dominated by a mainly vacant dance floor in the middle, ringed with tables, booth and the ever present bar.

He looked up at Sarah who was smiling, nodding her pass a little to the metre of the music before glancing down at him, catching his gaze, her eyes sparkling,"Hey ! Wan na grab us some boozing if I find us a seat ?"

"Yeah, certain ! What do you drink ?"He asked, raising his voice over the thumping of the music, unbuttoning his coat.

She pursed her lip a minuscule thinking even as she looked around, giving the clubhouse a cursory glance to see if she could locate any obvious gaps,"Uh, I'll just have a Canterbury Ale to start ?"

He nodded and smiled,"Yeah sure,"he stepped away from her, glancing back only for a present moment, giving himself a wide-angle view of her, strangely admiring of the equine image under the robe draped over her.

He tore his middle away from her, making his way towards the bar, finding one of the spots reserved for humans, a few stride leading him up so he could take a breather his elbows on the smooth refine surface of the bar where he set about the age old competition of trying to catch the barman 's eye, a challenge, given he was peaking over the border of the counter practically like a child, stood adjacent to a nine foot centaur guy, his palms on the retort and his arms straight as he peered forward.

Jason glanced the massive Centaurus over, quick and simple, sizing him up. He furrowed his eyebrow a little glancing back to where Sarah was, making her way to a table that was just being vacated. If she was a underside, like he hoped, surely she would go for mortal like this guy, not him.

However, if she was a top- ...

"Fuck, Jason ! Hey ! I thought you weren't coming !"Jason blinked, his train of idea derailing at speed as he turned, surprised to hear his name, from a fellow spokesperson, no less.

"Shit, St. Paul ! Hey ! What're you doing here ?"he asked, grinning as he clasped his hired hand with Paul's,"Feels like forever since I finally saw you !"It had in fact probably just been a brace hours.

"Pff, enjoying the shift from me huh ?"he chuckled, grinning back,"And what do you mean what am I doing here ? I said the team was coming here for a beverage ! Isn't that why you're here ?"

Jason peered around the social club, his optic going all-embracing as he spotted Sarah at her mesa, glancing around he found his team, mercifully not rightfield next to her, practically on the other side of the clubhouse,"Ah, I knew you were going clubbing but I didn't know here ! No, I'm here with my date !"

"Oh, no kidding ? Which one is she, no wait ! Let me visualise it out !"he laughed and peered around the elbow room,"This should be easy… Is she, oh, fuck !"

"What ?"Jason asked, raising his supercilium at his friend and co-worker.

"There !"Paul pointed across the society, right at Sarah. Jason opened his mouth, his forehead furrowing, genuinely surprised that Paul had so easily picked out his date,"She's the one ! She's the cute waitress here I was telling you about before !"

"No Irish bull ?"Jason responded,"She's also my date."

Saint Paul turned to him, his eyes full, surprise on his boyish features,"You're kidding ?"

A part by Jason's shoulder cleared his throat,"You ordered ?"

Jason turned back to the bar, a mid-sized centaur peering across at him, questioning,"Oh er, no, can I get a Canterbury Ale, two pint and a Jack and coke, single ?"The barman nodded and Jason turned his care back to Saul, who had a grinning on his face,"What's with that looking ?"

"You're on a date with a centaur ! And a hot one too. Is she uh, you know ?"

Jason glanced back towards Sarah, who was watching him curiously, doubtless wondering who he was speaking to,"She uh, yeah."

Paul chuckled again,"Ah well if you're walking funny on Monday I'll know why."

Jason laughed too and nudged him,"Ass."

"Hey, it's yours on the line tonight buddy,"Paul smirked.

"Oh yeah ? Your girl letting you top again ?"

"Pff, not bally likely."

They shared a laugh and Saint Paul grabbed his drink, seemingly having been served before Jason had arrived at the bar,"Hey, if the date goes bad come over and join us yeah ? Don't just get all sad and bounce."

"Aye, I will, cheerfulness Paul."

"cheerfulness Jason,"Apostle of the Gentiles smirked, raising his glass as he stepped down from bar to make his way back towards their team.

Jason watched for a consequence as Paul the Apostle rejoined the chemical group, biting his lip, wondering for a second whether or not he would betoken out Jason or Sarah, but he was pleased to see not, Saul of Tarsus just rejoined the conversation without so much as a nod his way.

Jason smiled. He was ripe people.

He turned back to the bar just as the Centaurus placed down a two-pint stein of Ale and a shabu of Jack and Coke, the two glasses looking comically unlike in size when placed side by incline. He fished in his coat air hole and drew out his debit entry lineup which he booped against the proffer gimmick, the contactless card quickly and simply making the necessary payment.

Carefully, biting his lip and trying not to pour forth any he collected the two-pint stein in one hand and his slender glass in the early, the muscles on his arm carrying her crapulence straining a little as he made his way back towards her.

Successfully he placed the drinking down before her, smiling as he climbed up into the seat contrary where she stood,"Hope two pint is your regular size !"

She smirked and nodded, lifting the stein with a worrying relaxation in one script, leading him to wonder just how strong she was, taking that first satisfying sip,"Mm, It is, thanks, so um, a booster of yours ? I think I've seen him here before."

"Heh, yeah, pretty much my C. H. Best champion, though I work with him too, he brought the work crew out for drinks."

She nodded curiously and smiled,"I saw him pointing at me ?"

"Ahha, yeah,"he sipped his drink before continuing,"he was actually telling me before that a cute centaur was working here and he wanted to establish her off to me… play out that was you, didn't know you worked here ?"

She laughed a picayune,"Ahh I see, that makes horse sense I suppose. He seemed nice ! full of smiles."

He bit his lip for a moment, watching the way she so casually held up the beer mug he had struggled with, like it was cypher to her,"That 's just not fair,"he said with a grin.

She smirked, raising an eyebrow,"What isn't ?"

"I struggled to carry that stein and there you are, well, just holding it,"he said, laughing softly.

She laughed, shrugging casually and lifting the Gertrude Stein to her lips, taking another deep drink, as her head tilted back slightly he couldn't help but glance down, admiring the fullness of her breasts against her shirt, straining to satisfy him.

"It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise,"she giggled.

He glanced back up and laughed too, sipping his drink.

They soon fell into conversation, talking about drinks, about how much more than it took to get a centaur wasted than a human because she likely weighed More than four times what he did. They talked about photographic film, music, sport, their interests surprisingly aligning quite well, they enjoyed the Lapp musicians, music genre of plastic film and, to their pleasure as they got in a new unit of ammunition, found out they had even once been to the Lapplander gig a yoke of old age back.

They refilled their beverage a couple of sentence and the social club began to invigorate up, the dance story becoming busier as the volume of the music began to nobble upwards, drowning out conversation leaving only the loudest shouters to cover to talk.

To hear one another Jason and Sarah had been forced to slant across the table, bringing themselves quite close to one another, allowing him to better admire her gorgeous feature film, the fullness of her sass, the profoundness of her eyes, the accentuating wonder of her freckles.

Lazily as they talked, one hand clasped around her Gertrude Stein, her early toyed with a lock of her resplendent cockcrow orange hair, digit twirling the wavy length.

As they tried to discourse the race they had both watched that night gone, a song started to take on that they both recognised as being the artist they had seen separately together at the gig.

In a farsighted swig, Sarah drained the remaining two-thirds of her electric current two-pint of ale and set it down with a thunk and a content little suspiration, her expression turning into one of glee as she registered his stunned reflexion with how quickly she had drained her glass.

"ejaculate on ! ! !"she shouted over the beau of the beat,"come dance with me !"

He stared at her for a few recollective bit, rima oris open, feeling his mind buzz with the alcohol from however many drinks he'd had, he looked down at his half-empty glass, then up into the bright look of his gorgeous centaur date.

"Why the infernal region not ? !"he shouted back and she grinned, watching as he downed the respite of his own, feeling the whiskey settle in his tum as he stood, taking a whole tone towards the dance floor, his eyes glancing over to where Paul the Apostle had been, no longer, apparently him and his squad had bounced, a lot to his ministration, not, he was well-chosen to feel, because he was ashamed of his date, but because he would be ashamed of them seeing him dancing. Not that he was any bad.

They hit the dance base, the versatile centaurs, human race, men and fair sex alike making a space for them without ever acknowledging their mien in that way people tend to do when ignoring what 's around you brings the electric potential of being stepped on by a literal tonne of Centaurus, and they began to dance together.

Slowly at first, their movements quickly came to match the beat of the medicine, syncing with it and one another, the world seeming to lessen away leaving just the two of them together with the music dictating their moves.

He kept it simple, zilch fancy, but her dance was feminine, practice and astoundingly elegant, something he hadn't expected from someone effectively with two left feet.

He stared at her, marveling in her simpleton unadulterated mantrap, her eyes closed, her body swaying, feet stepping to the music, her waist gyrating as her helping hand traced up her side to be held above her head, her whisker with a hazardous edge to it as she opened her eyes, half-lidded, smirking at him, her cheeks flushed with coloring, her expression sultry, desirous.

The tempo to the music changed with the song, so lost in her visual sensation of beaut he almost stumbled, her script reaching out to catch him, laughing as she steadied him, her middle shining in the multi-coloured lights that flooded the saltation floor, her clamber shining with a trivial sweat.

"Hey ! Wan na get out of here ?"she shouted, biting at her lower lip, a impoverished locution her gaze.

Swallowing he nodded and she gave him a little hug, taking his arm once more in hers as they started to walk, albeit a little unsteadily from the dance floor towards the exit, her grip on him a little more possessive case than he remembered it being on the walk over, not that he minded in the least, of course.

As they stepped outside into the cold of the evening he hardly felt it, warmed as he was by her company and the alcoholic beverage flowing through him, he left his coat unbuttoned as he walked alongside her, not paying attention to where his feet were taking him, following her lead.

"S-so,"he said, a little loudly, vocalism unadjusted from the shouting he'd had to do to be heard over the din of the night club,"back to yours ?"

She looked down at him, a sparkle in her eyes as she nodded,"Mmhm ! We're gon na have some fun, you and me."

He blushed some and glanced back at the horse part of her sceptically, but even guessing at what she might cause in mind, he found himself excited, not afraid, he wanted to explore her, to get word, to feel, to, he was surprised to find, make her tactile property good.

He swallowed as they walked, her hooves clipping beside him as they made their way through the streets, his heart beating a little faster, his senses a little raise, he felt the thing he'd been missing with so many of his previous dates, a spark, a tiny little flame of Latinian language.

He could hardly believe he was thinking about it, about them, as a pair, but when he thought about tonight being just a one night stand, it made him worry.

"Hey, uh, this is gon na legal uncanny,"he said, stumbling a lilliputian as he walked, blushing a small, he didn't take in how much he'd had to drink.

"Not getting frigidity feet on me are ya ?"she grinned, moving her hand from his arm around his waist, like he was hers.

"No ! No, I, I just, you know, really like you, is all… I mean…"

She laughed a fiddling, her fingers squeezing into the balminess of his shank slightly,"Oooh so you're an affectionate drunk ?"

He blushed brightly, feeling a piffling annoyance well up in him for not being taken seriously,"N-no !"he hesitated,"Well, yes, but, I mean it, I like you. Like like."

Her laugh faded into a curious smirk as she glanced down at him, trying to read into him,"Mm… Well I like like you too, Jason. Now how about we stop worrying about poor fish clobber like that and get you home to enjoy a cheek full of horse pecker. We can write all those word for the morning when we're sober."

He opened his mouth to reply, but the Book, ‘ face full of horse cavalry dick'swept through his psyche. He really would have something to babble to Paul about, he realised in an odd moment of clarity.

"Here we are."

He blinked, pulled from his thoughts and glancing around, realising he wasn't quite sure where he was, but not lovingness, he was at Sarah's.

He hadn't known what to anticipate when it came to centaur housing, he had expected it to be huge rooms and sprawling single story complexes, so he was surprised to find that it was an especially tall building, the windows on the outside indicating that each story was maybe twice the size of each received floor he was used to.

He'd seen edifice like this around before but never really thought anything of them, he'd never considered, or noticed that they were centaur apartments.

On the inside, he felt comically low. Where the guild and cafe had at least been tailored for both humans and centaurs, in here it was strictly the latter, everything higher, taller and bigger, it felt like being a child again.

He must have been staring as he felt Sarah drive him by the hand,"semen on !"she urged, tugging him along with a smile.

They waited for a lift at a row of four, another amenity he hadn't expected and was given a storm look by another Centauress as she stepped from the lift, making for the loss to the building.

He smiled meekly and followed Sarah into the immense elevator, designed to be able to accommodate, it seemed, two of the much turgid Centaur's there was enough elbow room for Sarah to comfortably wrick around in.

As the lift started to slowly rise, painfully slow he turned to Sarah, another question pressing at his mind,"So, like, what do you do if there's a flack ? Is there like, a-mm !"

She had rolled her optic as he had started to address, her hands moving under his arms and in an instant she had lifted him up into the air, his feet hanging off the ground as she took a step forward, pressing him into the mirror on the far bulwark of the nip and tuck, her sassing pressing tight to his.

He arched his back against her, his hands moving to her shoulders, only pushing for a here and now, surprised by the sudden closeness and campaign, but relaxed quickly, her headspring tilting as she pressed her full soft lips tight against his, her great replete chest pressed tight against his thorax, her stomach to his, thick and wonderfully pillowy against his body.

He kissed her back eagerly, losing himself to the intimacy of it until, dimly, he heard a gently ‘ ping'of noise.

With a grin she stepped back, lowering him to his unfirm fundament, he leaned back against the coolness of the lift 's wall, panting softly as he looked to Sarah, who stood there, smirking gleefully.

"There is actually a stairway with big wide whole step. We don't like stairs, but in an emergency, we can use them,"she explained, innocently.

"W-wha ?"he stammered, pushing himself off the wall to select a few uneasy gradation her way.

"In pillowcase of a fire."she nodded.

"O-oh, yeah, that."he swallowed and she giggled, walking on ahead.

He watched the rock of her monolithic equid ass under her robe as she walked down the corridor, her glorious orangey red tail sweeping from English to side, the very tip just brushing the trading floor as she came to a wide door.

She glanced across at Jason and smirked, offering up a playful wink as she dipped a hand down the front of her T-shirt, fishing in her prominent segmentation for a instant before retrieving a 1 key.

She unlocked the door and swung it open, motioning with a hand gesture for Jason to proceed her, which he did, stepping into her apartment and gawping a little as he looked around.

The place was absolutely vast, senior high school ceilinged throughout with Sir Thomas More than enough quad to be comfortable for Sarah to move about without having to constantly worry about spacing. The door opened into the living elbow room and he noticed they were quite highschool up, not quite the top trading floor but the window still offered a eyeshot over much of the city, a TV in one corner next to the biggest bean bag he'd ever seen joining onto a kitchen area, separated by a breakfast bar that, he assumed doubled as her dining table.

"Wow… Sarah this lieu is amazing ! It's like, three times the size of my place, it's…"he hesitated, pursing his lip,"er, how can you, you know ?"

"Afford this ?"she grinned, closing the threshold behind them as she stepped inside, locking the door with the key, which she placed on top of a shelving unit by the door, well outside of his reach.

He nodded, not noticing.

"The political science subsidizes our housing to entice More of us to derive hold out and workplace in the city."she explained then grinned,"You really pluck sexy material to talk about, Jason."

He grinned a little sheepishly,"well I didn't know it was that, for all I knew you could've had a moonlight job."

"As what ? A smut writer ? Give me a break."she laughed and stepped towards him, lifting him up as easily as before and placing him on the edge of the breakfast bar, bringing him to eye tallness with her.

He opened his rima oris to respond, but bit his lip, he so close to her he could almost taste her lips on his, his regard lost in her sparkling bluish eyes.

"Wan na kiss again ?"she asked, coy, wearing her gorgeous smirk.

He didn't reply, he didn't need to, he simply wrapped his mitt in the collar of her T-shirt and tugged her forward, bring her lips to his. He felt his heart skip a beatnik as their lips met, small diffused osculation, her hand trailing to his shoulders, pushing his coat off and down his consistency, making him secrete her tee, though not breaking the buss so she could toss it aside, landing on the floor by her beanbag.

Once that was done she removed her own, tossing it alongside his a little more gently and careful since it likely had her earphone in it, but once cast aside her hands returned to his, eager and wanting.

Their buss deepened, forefront tilting as her hand slid under the back of his shirt, tracing up his back, letting the smooth out skin of his body pass under her fingertips as their natural language slowly danced and mingled, exploring one another.

tactile sensation emboldened by their candy kiss and her sense of touch he slid his hands around her waistline, fingers easing under the buns of her shirt to caress slowly up, squeezing at the plushness of her stomach, her grip drawing him closer to her, urging him on, urging his hands up.

Her T-shirt raised as his deal strayed gamy, brushing against the undersurface of her bra, which he had completely forgotten about in his desire for more.

He pulled his mitt back and up, following the full swell of the cups until his fingers found their way to the edge of the half cupful, fingertips finding soft flesh to fight into, bringing a groan from her lips around his tongue.

She pulled her hands back from him, lifting her shirt off her head and grinning as he leaned back, lips parted, breathes heavy as he stared at her beauty.

He'd never been with a plus-sized woman before and in an instant, he knew it was for him. Before she even had her shirt off over her foreland she felt his lips against the good dude of her bosom, kissing and exploring, his expression pressing into the effeminacy her titty offered, his deal lower, caressing over the round softness of her stomach, his fingers sinking into it here and there.

She knew she was a big girl, something especially odd among a typically fit race and despite her unashamed confidence, she had always been self-aware about her weight, to be with someone that not only didn't thinker her plushness but actively seemed to enjoy it made her hearts flutter.

She reached around behind her, her cheeks flushed with color and a soft smirk on her full red backtalk as she looked down at him, his face pressed eagerly to her full-of-the-moon tit, kissing and nuzzling, his hands tracing over her soft tum admiringly. Casually she cast the gown from her mottled white and orange body, mainly white at the battlefront with an orange splotch on her left knee and white hip, her socks white and her ass mostly orange.

Following that she reached up behind herself, unhooking the powerful clasp to her sturdy bra, letting out a soft sigh of easement as she shuffled it off her articulatio humeri, the straps no longer digging into her shoulder, Jason letting out a flabby groan as her breasts slipped downwards slightly, away from his searching oral fissure, no longer held up and supported by her bra they laid naturally against her chest, her hard nipple not poking out far, a minuscule across-the-board than average.

"Jason, ah, why don't- Ah !"She had been about to hint he divert the aid of his lips depleted to one of her medium pap, but he'd seemingly had the like idea, drawing one of her quick garden pink nubs between his lips, suckling as his tongue flicked over it, sending little Muriel Spark of pleasure arcing through her chest.

He pressed his face into the gallant of her breast, moaning into it as he felt its silky warmth against nose and chin, his hired hand subconsciously drifting down in a V over her abdomen, across her umbilicus to where his head was telling he'd retrieve a womanhood or a cock, instead his hand traced across the smooth bristling of her coat, his eye scuttle and he leaned back, blinking up at her.

They shared a legal brief moment before they both laughed, realising his wrongdoing and she leaned back, starting to unbutton his shirt as he looked down, getting his foremost really feel at her dead body, unclothed and bared before him.

Her stomach was to the full and slightly rounded, plush to his contact, but not out of station on her quite squat figure, more akin to that of a pony than a entire. Her titty weren't as perky as they had appeared under her shirt, but her boob, resting naturally still offered a vale of enticing cleavage he wanted to get.

He felt her hands cross across his shoulder joint, pushing his shirt back and off, drawing his attention back to her action mechanism. He blinked, looking at her, just as he had been admiring her beautiful organic structure, she was clearly drinking his in, center scanning down over the litheness of his form, half-lidded, sultry.

She looked up at him and their eyes met, her aspect suddenly didn't face so much sultry as it did horny, their gazes locked, her hands moving down to slue under his still trouser-clad bloomers to grip and extort his ass, lifting him up.

He let out a gasp as she picked up him in her arms, his branch laced over her shoulder behind her neck, his legs gripping her waist as she squeezed his ass, taking a step back around the counter then forward towards a doorway.

He kissed her as she walked, finding her full back talk once more with his own, biting gently at her lower lip to tease her, enjoying the velvety grain of her lip between his gentle bite.

As he released her lip he noted her grin, cryptic and necessitous,"So… What now ?"he asked as she held him.

She seemed to think for a bit, before pursing her sass and shrugging amicably, her tone piano and laced with sarcasm,"Oh I was thinking we could nuzzle and talk about sports and flush and stuff ?"

Jason tilted his head, his judgment still addled by their drinks before,"R ... Really ?"

"Pff, no,"she giggled and threw him.

He opened his mouth in surprise as he felt, for a arcsecond, weightless, closing his eyes as his body fell and landed, sinking into another, much more goodish beanbag, which he reasoned must be her bed.

He wriggled, it was incredibly comfy but he felt it geological fault, heard the beans move and as he opened his eyes, was presented with a wholly new sight.

She had stepped over him, the underbelly of her equid body above his straits, and, as he looked down, he saw it, dispelling any doubt in his mind about her. She was packing hotness and he absolutely wanted it.

Her putz was as gruelling as sword under her body, as big as her forearm and More than a little bit thicker, a gentle pink at the top deepening in shade half way down, typically equine in shape with a ridge halfway down the length, the texture seemingly changing to be softer, the tip, while flared, was only so a little bit.

Beyond and hanging low were two huge formal in a darker shift, each orb easily as big as his clenched fist and he couldn't help but wonder at what sort of payload they could produce, he swallowed, they would produce.

"Well ?"Came her voice from above and behind him,"It's rude to keep a Lady waiting."

He glanced to his position and saw himself staring back, as well as Sarah's own expectant regard, one hand resting on the far wall as she leaned forward, the early cupping and massaging one of her full chest. It was then that he realised that virtually the entire one-fourth rampart of her sleeping room was a floor to ceiling mirror which she stood side on to, allowing her to watch out him beneath.

He nodded meekly and she shifted herself a little more, almost pressing herself against the bulwark as her cock loomed over him.

His prohibition long since gone, leaving only a desire to explore and please he leaned up on his elbow joint, one hand reaching out to hook over her fatheaded shaft, tugging it down slightly to impart the tip towards his lips.

He hesitated for a moment, not out of anxiety or nerves, but simply so he could admire it, take in its sheer sizing. He could feel the warmth of her cock radiating against his brass and he swallowed, parting his lips and leaning forward, kissing the very tip, drawing out a alleviate sigh from Sarah who had gone too long without this kind of attention.

The tip seemed too big to wrap his lips around, but that didn't stop him from trying, kissing licking and sucking on the slightly flared tip, his hand wrapped around the massive length, too girthy for his fingerbreadth to wrap fully around as he stroked, marveling in the sheer size, the unique taste and the sensuous experience assaulting his already beleaguered senses.

"Oh fuck, ah, Jason…"she panted softly, her oculus glued on the aspect as she lowered herself slightly, the mass of her frame looming low-pitched until he no longer needed to support his height with his elbow, freeing his former deal to worship her equine length.

He wrapped both his hand around her putz, jerking her off against her spit-shined tip which he continued to kiss and work out eagerly at, pressing his brass and lips into the spongy hot physical body of her meaty peter head, loving on it with everything he had to give.

Sarah had to steady herself against the wall, feeling her legs go debile as pleasure coursed through her, threatening to overwhelm her. While she was sure he would outlive her falling on him, it was a very spongy beanbag after all, she doubted it would be comfortable, so she did the respectable she could to detain standing, utterly unable to tear her eye away from the prospect of the gorgeous guy beneath her, doing his very right to pleasure her unrelenting horse cock.

He let out a surprised picayune sound as, with his backtalk pressed against the nub of her cockhead he felt a heart rate of hot liquid state between his mouth, surprised for a moment he thought she was already losing her payload, but, he realised, it was simply her pre, her egg so immense that even this diminutive quantity for her was practically a mouthful for him.

He swirled the thick clear fluid around his back talk, with his tongue, coating her prick head in her own pre, making it slicker and surfactant as he let the quietus of the hot pre, a little salty, a little musky but enticing all the like, slue down his pharynx into his waiting stomach.

panting softly he let the glistening tip fall from his back talk, leaning up so he could run his spongy glossa down the distance of her cock, shifting in the beanbag as he trailed the entire length, feeling each vena pass beneath his tongue. He passed over the medial ring in the marrow of her length, to kiss at the more track half of her length.

He released the length of her cock, eliciting a whine from her which quickly became an eager moan as she felt his hands on the fatheaded sack of her musket ball.

He leaned in, feeling the odd fogginess of her monumental sack against his boldness as he nuzzled and kissed at them, each hand holding up one of the sonorous orb, weighing and gently rolling them over his hands.

"Jason, fuck, ah, suck on them…"she said, her voice coming out a little shaky, her voice heavy with starve, interlard with pleasured gasp and moans as he complied.

He sucked on the immense balls in front man of him, feeling the softness of her sack twist between his lips with each draw, cupping her ball, admiring their weight, the promise that came with such monumental orbs.

"Now back to the tip,"she commanded, swallowing as sweat began to form on her wan cutis, her hooves shuffling against the indulgent embracing the sturdy beanbag offered as she struggled to support still.

He gave each of her monumental orbs one conclusion hungriness kiss before he tilted his head back kissing the underside of her stopcock, leaving gentle, teasing angel kisses up the vein length till he once more found her pre-dripping tip, which he instantly caught on his tongue, not wanting to be wasteful.

His hired hand worked at the cobbler's last few in of her thick hot light beam, squeezing and massaging it, stroking it into his mouth as he tried to take as much of her slightly flared tip between his sass as potential, never quite capturing it all, not that Sarah seemed to heed.

He found the tip bumping eagerly against his lips and knife, which he swirled to enhance her delight, as her hips were urged forward slightly, Sarah unable to contain her luxuria, no longer even looking at him in the mirror, her mitt against the wall, her forefront bowed as she panted and moaned hard.

Despite how farsighted he suspected it might've been since her final stage release she was no quickfire, making him work for his ‘ advantage ’. Jason might not have been laden with bulging muscle, but he was fit, yet even he was beginning to sap as the minutes passed, his lips, with her flat tip constantly being bumped against them were fuller and softer, slick with her pre and his spit, his arm tired but his grip firm, jerking her off.

By now her shaft was slickness, his workings, massaging fingers having spread their joined fluids over the steely equine length, allowing his finger to quickly cut through over her peter, feeling each bump, each vein, each ridge as they passed under his fingers.

"G-god, fuck, Jason, I'm close…"he heard her voice, removed and weak between moaning gasps, a noise he could certainly get used to, her strait of pleasance fertile and full, warming even as he felt her already hard rooster stiffen and jerking between his finger, pulling up the tip flaring more as he tried to catch it between his lips.

"Jason ! !"

He had intended to economise them both a job and keep the mess of her climax contained to his rima oris, eager and more than happy to eat up her equine load, but nothing could've ever prepared him for the first base explosion of cum between his lips.

In an instant his mouth was full, cum spilling from his lips to fall in thick watercourse down over his chin and neck, hot and viscous it flowed across his skin like rill from a, particularly lewd, volcano.

He gulped down the seed that dominated his back talk, its gustatory perception unique and penetrating as he tried to swallow.

He closed his backtalk to gulp but as he did her massive cock twitched again, each vellication punctuated by a acuate gasp of pure walking on air from Sarah. Her sec pulse of sawbuck cum slathered his face, painting him Edward Douglas White Jr. in the flagellation of thick emollient, dripping down to cake his pectus, spilling across his bare body and matting his hair.

He struggled to book her cock, each pulse so forceful it almost jerked the slick shaft free from his wear upon grip, but he held on, his genial reasoning being to localise the mess, but he knew it was more acute, he wanted this, though his sex and intoxicant addled mind couldn't reason why.

Pulse after pulse jetted out of her shaft, adding layer to the cum that glued his eye shut, that filled his mouth each time he tried to exculpate it, swallowing greedily, so copious that he found himself running low on air, his face so smothered in it he couldn't draw air in through his nozzle or mouth.

Sarah was in absolute Shangri-la, the pleasance and relief intense as she managed to spread out her optic, albeit to mere slits, looking out towards the mirror, watching as her distant cock pulsed, marking her territory as he, to her surprise, even now continued to try and stroke her shaft.

She felt a gratifying shake outset at her tail and vibrate all the way up her spine to her cervix, leaving her feeling so awash with endorphins that had he asked, she might even own returned the favor, not that he was in a state to receive.

Her shaft stopped throbbing, it's equine stream of cum slowing, no longer shooting out but merely trickling as, with surprise f number her cock wilted, going flabby between his fingers, his arms falling alongside him as her lance retreated away from him to her shaft.

He lay there, limp, his hair, face, chest of drawers and body coated with a thick layer of her addictive equine germ. He cleared his lip, swallowing what minuscule still filled it and licked his swollen lips, hearing her footmark away, sitting down beside him on the beanbag, her sudden weight on her half raising him slightly as the beans were displaced by her weight.

He felt her fingers against his bare umbilicus, trailing up through her own cum, lifting and pressing two soiled finger between his lips.

With a little moan he closed his backtalk and she giggled and he cleaned them of her cum, her fingers caressing his cheek.

"You're a mess…"she commented wryly, even though her skin was slipperiness with lather and her hair dishevelled into an almost movie pure display of ‘ sexy messy ’.

"T-that… That was amazing…"he breathed a little weakly, a flabby chuckle escaping his lips as he lay there, coated in her essence.

"Mm, you're a keeper,"she all but purred, her hand caressing delicately over his once fine hair.

He grinned a footling, center still closed and felt the enfeeblement starting to seep in, he wanted to sleep, wanted to harbour her, cuddle and buss, but something was more iron,"U-uh… Sarah ?"

"Mm ?"she asked curiously, running her other helping hand through her lavish red hair, trying to take root the locks.

"Do you… Have a shower I could use ?"

She giggled, undimmed and happy .