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

His workfellow and admirer Paul had suggested to him that he try out spunk and, to set about with at least, he'd loved the idea of it, see a fille, read her profile and if you felt compatible, swipe right, if not, swipe left, easygoing right ? But as days had passed and conversation with couple led nowhere but the episodic hookup he had, as many did, grown to dislike the nature of the beast, no longer bothering to read their visibility or checking for any compatibility, now, as he lay on his couch, the TV in the background signal playing some mindless play he only barely glanced at each adult female 's pictures before he swiped right on them.

Jason was, he knew, not by any way unattractive, he had a slender figure with quick favorable feature article, short John Brown tomentum and liked to consider himself quite open.

Tinder had netted him a few particular date, a couple with womanhood, a couple 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 bang of surprisal and excitement as he had initially been, but he was still curious to see who'd swiped right on him.

The girl that popped up on his provender was cute, a lustrous attractive smile, blue sky heart and red hair, skin pale but with an endearing handful of freckles, she looked to be positive sized, not something he'd experienced yet on the dating scene but certainly not something that put him off her. beauty was ravisher, and sometimes having a little extra made for a more pleasant experience, soft and warm, more unwind and have it off, or so he figured, anyway.

He checked her profile and was intrigued to line up it was rather thin on details, listing her as being just shy of six and a half foot and a dickgirl.

He raised his eyebrows some, six and a one-half metrical unit was tall, almost a groundwork 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 addition sized too she would be a figure to lay eyes on. pay the measuring he was aware of, after all, he couldn't help but enquire just how well equipped she would likely be between her thighs too.

As he was scrolling through her pictures, all selfies from a low angle that mainly just showed her gorgeous smiling grimace, only a few snaps capturing a hint of the seemingly impressive size of her female chest, a little bubble popped up in the lower nook of his screen.

‘ Hey'

He opened it and was surprised to see it was the redhead World Health Organization pictures he'd been browsing through, Sarah.

‘ Hey,'he wrote back, the standard hatchway 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 substance were usually interested, ‘ Yeah, just cooling, wbu ?'

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

Me too, what you watching ?'

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

Jason glanced up at his screen door, a Centaur, roughly nine metrical foot tall and built like a tank was grinning, speaking to a newsman who was stood on a set of steps holding a microphone up to him, discussing his win, ‘ Me too lol, It's half-baked how fast they are.'

‘ I know haha x'

He smiled a small and looked towards the TV, they were an interesting addition to club he thought, up until fifty or so long time ago they had lived in their own cities and enclaves, but over the concluding few decades had integrated into lodge, becoming a recognizable division of day by day life.

Sure there were challenges, after all their size and strong-arm difference meant they needed unique housing and many facilities were labelled as man only, not out of any segregation, but simply because a nine foot tall muscled brute of a centaur simply couldn't enter many human brass. You couldn't just get a stallion to the picture palace or to a restaurant, after all.

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

‘ Your profile said you liked new experiences x'

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

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

She was cute and if a wide-eyed fiddling engagement led to him trying out something new like a thick tall redheader dickgirl, why not, regardless of who topped who he'd have a memorable evening.

‘ Maybe we could go for coffee berry ? Or drinks ? 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 game of cock cat and mouse, regardless of whether or not she was his maiden, letting her believe she was made it so much to a greater extent fun for the both of them.

‘ Sounds shake up, I get off of workplace at five tomorrow, is there anywhere metropolis eye you'd like to go ?'

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

He did and loosen up, a smile on his face, tomorrow he might find that electric discharge. Worst case scenario he knew, at least he'd at least get laid.

Day rolled over into nighttime and Jason fell asleep with thoughts of Sarah, imagining her mild trunk, her laying on her stomach, his putz slamming in and out of her muddle, or of him laying on his rachis, her atop of him missionary, the softness of her torso pressed against his physical body, her monumental height and shape making him sense so little as they fucked.

acerate leaf to say, he awoke with wood, but, thanks to the joys of modern sprightliness didn't have time to screen himself out, instead needing to get himself quick to go to work, always hurried to do so.

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

He checked his headphone and found he had a textual matter from an unknown act. After saving the contact as ‘ Sarah ( T )'he checked the subject matter. She had listed an address just a few streets over from where he worked and while he didn't know the coffee shop by name, he at to the lowest degree knew whereabouts it was.

He texted back the okay and they agreed to satisfy there at half five, shortly after he got out of work.

He arrived dressed in his everyday vesture as he set about piece of work with his co-workers, designing an app for their current customer, discussing features, passing on builds, holding coming together, the whole thing was very laid back, though they conducted themselves seriously, taking pride in their piece of work and in the success of their small organisation.

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

"Eh it was nothing,"Jason smirked, picking up the cup,"I just explained that if we were going to realise all the changes they wanted how a great deal it would cost them. They saw our degree of scene rather quickly once they saw the numbers."

Paul chuckled and shook his headspring,"How come they always want to change their minds on the floor 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 operose to know that before you see the app, then once you do, it's never how you envisioned it. But oh well."

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

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

"Up for a few drinks with the squad tonight ? There 's a new club a few streets over that has the cute centaur waitress."

Jason chuckled, human and centaur family relationship were rare but not unheard of, they mainly just served as eye candy for one another. Human young woman for their petiteness and beauty were lusted after by Centaur men while centaur charwoman, with their massive sizing, were often lusted after by human men, after all, their breasts were seldom smaller than the men 's heads.

However, the two were, on a intimate level, simply ill-sorted in Jason 's mind.

female centaurs rarely showed an interest in men with their practically diminutive size and female cleaning woman simply couldn't handgrip centaur men, they were just too big, though there were exceptions, of course, sexual love blossomed despite sex and some smaller centaurs could get with some larger human race, gods knew he'd seen a couple such porn videos online, but it was still a mismatch.

"indirect request I could but I have a day of the month,"he smirked.

"Oh ?"Saul laughed,"Another tinder couple huh ?"

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

"Then,"Alice Paul continued for him, mimicking his voice,"Then you'll go back to hers or she'll come back to yours and someone will ride soul 's dick allllll night long and it'll be amazing and you can get along into body of work the succeeding day and vaporing about it to Saul of Tarsus. How rightfield was I ?"

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

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

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

"Only about who gets to top."

Jason laughed and Paul the Apostle shook his principal, smiling, returning to work as the two of them continued their attempt on the app, passing physical body to and fro from coders to art, to testing to back again.

It was an endless rhythm 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 right away.

As it was, for today at least, they hit their butt, pulling the app together and sending off, what they hoped was, the net interlingual rendition of the app to the guest, where an email in the aurora would give them the final verdict on whether any former change needed to be made.

But for now at least, there was celebration, the atonement that came with completing a project, as Paul had said the team was getting together for a round of drinks at a bar, but Jason had other plans. As he checked the clip 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 oeuvre files in as well as his laptop computer, but it would be a botheration to drop back it around all evening. Anyway, he had his samara and wallet in the air pocket of his coating, if at any point over the weekend he needed his laptop it wasn't exactly a long walk to pick it up.

After deciding to go away it he stepped outside he wrapped his coat around himself a picayune tighter, the wintertime month bringing with them an early night and a chill to the evening that made him shiver, hunching his articulatio humeri and resetting his scarf joint to be a little snugger around his neck.

Popping his choker to far protect him from the frigidity he dug his hands into his sack, his breath forming a mist as he began to walk the streets towards the deep brown shop they had agreed to meet at.

Checking his phone as he drew close to where he thought the cafe was he checked the clock time, he would be a few minutes early, but it was better than being a few minutes late he reasoned, once again checking the school text from Sarah, ‘ Greyson Street ’, he glanced up at the sign on the corner which at least confirmed he was in the right on place, now he only had to retrieve the Cafe in question ‘ The peace treaty and footstep coffee shop ’.

He spotted it several edifice down and on the former incline of the street, smiling as he did, making his way towards it. As he passed the former commercial-grade edifice, shop class, cafe's, cake and restaurants he noticed that many of them were Centaur friendly, their doorway taller and broader, the cap higher to accommodate.

He pursed his lips, feeling the moth-eaten air run through his short Brown University 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 like broad tall door his mind made the belike connection.

He pushed open the threshold to the cafe, the fondness of the room hitting him, the cold fleeing as he drew in a deep hint, the scent of coffee and cake desegregate with a less familiar spirit scent, but one he recognised all the same.

About two-thirds of the client in the cafe were Centaur, male and female, standing at tall tables varying in height with prominent coffees and sweets, a scattering of humans using tradition high up chairs let the two intermingle.

Sitting at one of the smaller tabular array was a conversant face, Sarah, her elbow resting on the sharpness of the table, palm against the face of her nous, fingers trailing absently through the rippled whorl of her orange tomentum, her other hand resting on the rim of her cup, steam trailing in picayune tendrils through the spread of her fingers.

She was wearing a childlike t-shirt, a logo from one of the centaur racing teams on the front, the curve of the shirt following the curve of her breasts, full and prominent, the shirt stretched so tightly around them that he was pretty sure he could see the abstract of a bra, the shirt trailing down over the thickness of her figure. While her wooden leg betrayed a foretoken of mottling on a white and orange pelage she was mostly covered from the waist down in a strong casual gown that covered her back, back and rise branch, the front two exposed with another slip of fabric trailing almost elegantly down the front.

As he started to wind his way between the table towards her, passing a pelage wheel that, thanks to the cold of the evening, was laden with a few heavy looking cap and coats, he started to unbutton his own enceinte coating, settling the leash down and slow down his scarf.

He was a couple of mesa away when she spotted him, her heart lighting up with recognition from his picture 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 inaugural message to her on Tinder as he slipped his coat off from over his shoulder joint, laying it across the backbone of his high chairperson 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 foundation behemoth as he had seen subspecies the nighttime before on tv, though six and a half foot was by no substance little by his standards.

"Hey yourself,"she said, her voice deep and welcoming as he settled to sit contrary her, her eyes a effulgent blue air, scanning over him curiously, drinking in his slender form and genuine smile, the look of moderation across her characteristic tangible.

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

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

Jason smiled a little, wanting to point out that her visibility wasn't exactly forthcoming about the fact that she was a Centaurus, but that hardly seemed polite conversation,"Their loss I suppose. Jason."he said, holding out his hand to her, grinning a little.

She smirked playfully, her lips a lovely shade of red as she reached across, taking his bridge player in her own, much warmer bridge player, her grip flaccid despite the larger sizing of her hand,"Sarah, can I get you your number one coffee berry ?"

He tilted his promontory slightly as he pulled his hand back, resting his limb on the table, he'd been about to go get himself his own, but it would be rude to turn down,"Please, black, no sugar."

She smiled and nodded, taking a couple of steps back from the mesa before turning and making her way cautiously through the other generously spaced tables towards the counter where one of the aforementioned goliath was being served.

He tilted his head, quite shamelessly watching her ass as she walked, trying to appraise how he felt about his day of the month being a centaur. He had to admit her rear was vast, her nightie trailing down to the spinal column of her knee joint, though at the bottom he could just see the end of her flowing rear, the same enchanting subtlety of orange tree as her hair.

As he watched her, wondering just where the night might lead, he realised that he was in fact completely okay with her being a centaur, though it did bring to mind the only other snipping of information he had gained from her profile. She was packing.

Biting his lip he sat a little straighter, thinking about the entailment that entailed, beneath that unsubdivided gown lay something that was, in fact, completely new to him, as she had promised.

She returned to the tabular array, smiling as she set the coffee in straw man of him, diminished than hers, orotund for a human being he quickly clasped his still cold manus around it, letting the oestrus from the cup workplace into his finger, 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 barman, the hours are a little foxy sometimes but I enjoy it, you ?"she replied with a smile.

"I'm with a pocket-size business firm, we design apps and clobber, It's pretty fun work though it can be trying sometimes, mingy deadlines, annoying node, the like."

She nodded along, listening and watching him all the spell, her look one of intrigue and interest,"Sounds pretty aplomb, you work near here ?"

"Just a few streets over,"he confirmed with a picayune 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 chocolate.

He smirked a little, a not so subtle confidential information on her part 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 proportional sizes.

"So you been with many centaurs before ?"she asked, trailing a finger along the wood of the table top, a rummy look on her face.

Jason raised an eyebrow,"Actually, you're the for the first time I've ever been on a day of the month with. I knew a span 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 Centaur in universal. That, and I want to get to know who you are, that 's More crucial than what you are."

Judging by the blush that formed across her boldness under her illumine handful of freckle and the strong trivial grin, that had been the proper solution,"So no inquiry at all ?"she asked as if fishing.

He took a sip of her coffee, maybe she just liked talking about centaur clobber,"Well…"he rested his chin on the back of his hand, contemplating for a moment,"You don't mind ?"

She shook her head teacher, smiling.

"Okay, well,"he lowered his interpreter to an almost conspiratorial tone of voice,"How do you, you know, fairly ? At the back ?"

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

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

She laughed, a warm fertile sound that was infectious, a grinning creeping to his own lips as he realised she was teasing,"I know what you meant Jason, did you cognise you're cute when you crimson ?"

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

"I've got a really big shower with really strong jet, gets almost everything it needs to, you just, like, put the liquid soap in the exhibitor head and after a little while it runs out to just water and it rinses it out. But every few daylight I go to a groomer, trim the pilus, get my hooves done, that sort 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 minuscule bunglesome having citizenry down there ?"

"Only if I get hard."she smirked, drawing out another of his rosiness 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 tuft at the back of your hooves ?"he asked, peculiar since they stuck out a little longer than the ease 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 potable, Sarah draining the last of hers.

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

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

She rolled her middle, but smiled,"Ooor, we could hit up a guild ? I know a near one just up the road."

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

She smiled brightly and he lifted his cup, finishing his own coffee bean 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 chairwoman and collected his scarf and coat from the back, of his chair, shrugging his coat on, subconsciously feeling for his cay and wallet, making sure both were in their assigned pockets before opting to stuff his scarf into an inside air pocket, figuring he wouldn't need it if it was such a myopic 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 wait so cute popping your taking into custody, trying to look like Sherlock hm ?"

He laughed a short and shrugged, motioning with his caput towards the cafe's door,"I mean he's got style ?"

"True,"Sarah smirked and followed him towards the entrance of the cafe, pausing only briefly to find her own dense wintertime pelage from the rack, pulling it over and around herself, joining him outside.

He looked up at her, able to properly size her for the number one sentence now they were outside and it seemed she was doing the Saami, a quiet moment passing between them as they looked one another over.

The top of his head came up to her shoulders, conveniently, at least for him, putting her full sheik of her breasts at just below his eye layer. With her bod, being taller and thicker than his, she seemed practically amazonian in ratio, making him experience smaller 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 slight, enjoying her company and the pleasant warmth of their bodies so close together as they walked, just the right quantity of closeness.

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

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

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

She grinned, looking ahead,"Those are the effective 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,"Come on, out with it ?"

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

She let out a soft laughter and gave his arm a diffuse affectionate squeeze play,"Asking the very questions now, hm ?"

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

She giggled a little,"I don't, I just go on dates with cute 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 situation he seldom came across, he was on the back metrical unit, Sarah taking the lead it seemed, causing him to flush and palpate uncertain as to whether or not she was teasing or being honest. He had, after all, come out here with the almost verbalise intention of getting some action, how difficult would it be to think that she had come out with the same intentions ? The safe miss vibraharp he'd gotten from her profile, with her warm friendly smile and freckle speckled cheeks seemed, increasingly he thought, to mask a not so innocent face to her.

They arrived at the, he thought, hilariously named, ‘ Centaur of Attention'and stepped in through the wide framed doorway into the familiar sensations that came with, Jason knew, any society, the scents of people and alcoholic drink, the club thrumming to a beat that he'd heard before, but couldn't name, the crew, to his surprise, a pretty even mix of human and centaur, the space inside dominated by a mainly vacant dance floor in the centre, ringed with tabular array, booth and the ever present bar.

He looked up at Sarah who was smiling, nodding her forefront a little to the beat of the music before glancing down at him, catching his gaze, her eyes sparkling,"Hey ! Wan na snaffle us some drinkable if I find us a hindquarters ?"

"Yeah, certain ! What do you tope ?"He asked, raising his spokesperson over the thumping of the medicine, unbuttoning his pelage.

She pursed her lip a niggling thinking even as she looked around, giving the nightclub a cursory glimpse to see if she could locate any obvious gaps,"Uh, I'll just give birth a Canterbury Ale to start ?"

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

He tore his eyes away from her, making his way towards the bar, finding one of the bit reserved for humans, a few steps leading him up so he could repose his human elbow on the smooth polished surface of the bar where he set about the age old competition of trying to get the barman 's eye, a challenge, given he was peaking over the edge of the comeback practically like a tike, stood adjacent to a nine foot centaur guy, his palm tree on the sideboard and his arms straight as he peered forward.

Jason glanced the massive centaur over, flying and elementary, sizing him up. He furrowed his hilltop a little glancing back to where Sarah was, making her way to a table that was just being vacated. If she was a bottom, like he hoped, surely she would go for someone like this guy, not him.

However, if she was a top- ...

"Fuck, Jason ! Hey ! I thought you weren't coming !"Jason blinked, his string of thinking derailing at focal ratio as he turned, surprised to try his name, from a familiar vox, no less.

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

"Pff, enjoying the break 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 drink ! Isn't that why you're here ?"

Jason peered around the club, his optic going wide of the mark as he spotted Sarah at her table, glancing around he found his team, mercifully not aright next to her, practically on the former side of the club,"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 figure it out !"he laughed and peered around the room,"This should be easy… Is she, oh, fuck !"

"What ?"Jason asked, raising his eyebrows at his admirer and co-worker.

"There !"Saint Paul pointed across the club, right at Sarah. Jason opened his oral fissure, his brows furrowing, genuinely surprised that Paul had so easily picked out his escort,"She's the one ! She's the cute waitress here I was telling you about before !"

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

Paul turned to him, his eyes wide-cut, surprise on his boyish feature film,"You're kidding ?"

A voice 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 pints and a Jack-tar and nose candy, exclusive ?"The barman nodded and Jason turned his care back to Saul, who had a grin on his face,"What's with that look ?"

"You're on a date with a Centaurus ! 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 good story on Monday I'll know why."

Jason laughed too and nudged him,"Ass."

"Hey, it's yours on the personal line of credit tonight sidekick,"Saul of Tarsus smirked.

"Oh yeah ? Your lady friend letting you top again ?"

"Pff, not damn likely."

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

"Aye, I will, cheers Paul."

"cheer Jason,"Paul smirked, raising his glass as he stepped down from bar to form his way back towards their team.

Jason watched for a present moment as Paul rejoined the radical, biting his lip, wondering for a second whether or not he would point out Jason or Sarah, but he was pleased to see not, St. Paul just rejoined the conversation without so much as a nod his way.

Jason smiled. He was good people.

He turned back to the bar just as the centaur placed down a two-pint Gertrude Stein of Ale and a glass of Jack and Coca Cola, the two glasses looking comically different in size when placed side by side of meat. He fished in his coat sac and drew out his debit lineup which he booped against the proffered device, the contactless carte quickly and simply making the necessary payment.

Carefully, biting his lip and trying not to spill any he collected the two-pint stein in one script and his slender shabu in the other, the brawniness on his arm carrying her drink straining a little as he made his way back towards her.

Successfully he placed the drink down before her, smiling as he climbed up into the stern opposite where she stood,"hope two dry pint is your regular size of it !"

She smirked and nodded, lifting the stein with a distressful ease in one hand, leading him to marvel just how secure she was, taking that starting time satisfying sip,"Mm, It is, thanks, so um, a friend of yours ? I think I've seen him here before."

"Heh, yeah, pretty much my best acquaintance, though I work with him too, he brought the work gang 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 show her off to me… Turns out that was you, didn't know you worked here ?"

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

He bit his lip for a import, watching the way she so casually held up the Stein he had struggled with, like it was nothing to her,"That 's just not fair,"he said with a grin.

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

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

She laughed, shrugging casually and lifting the stein to her lips, taking another rich drink, as her head tilted back slightly he couldn't help but glance down, admiring the voluminosity of her breasts against her shirt, straining to fill him.

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

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

They soon fell into conversation, talking about boozing, about how much more it took to get a Centaurus wasted than a homo because she likely weighed more than four times what he did. They talked about motion-picture show, music, sport, their interests surprisingly aligning quite well, they enjoyed the same musician, genre of celluloid and, to their delight as they got in a new round, found out they had even once been to the like gig a couple of days back.

They refilled their drinks a couplet of clock time and the golf-club began to liven up, the dancing floor becoming busier as the volume of the euphony began to snarf upwards, drowning out conversation leaving only the gaudy shouters to continue to talk.

To hear one another Jason and Sarah had been forced to lean across the table, bringing themselves quite close to one another, allowing him to better admire her gorgeous features, the fullness of her lips, the depth of her heart, the accentuating wonder of her freckles.

Lazily as they talked, one hand clasped around her stein, her early toyed with a lock of her splendid break of day orange hair's-breadth, fingers twirling the wavy duration.

As they tried to discuss the backwash they had both watched that night gone, a birdcall started to flirt that they both recognised as being the artist they had seen separately together at the gig.

In a foresighted swig, Sarah drained the remaining two-thirds of her current two-pint of ale and set it down with a thunk and a subject matter little sigh, her construction turning into one of glee as she registered his stunned grammatical construction with how quickly she had drained her glass.

"Come on ! ! !"she shouted over the swell of the beat,"come saltation with me !"

He stared at her for a few long bit, mouth open, feeling his mind buzz with the alcohol from however many drinks he'd had, he looked down at his half-empty ice, then up into the hopeful face of his gorgeous Centaur date.

"Why the blaze not ? !"he shouted back and she grinned, watching as he downed the rest period of his own, feeling the whiskey settle in his stomach as he stood, taking a step towards the dance story, his eyes glancing over to where Saint Paul had been, no longer, apparently him and his team had bounced, much to his easement, not, he was well-chosen to feel, because he was ashamed of his date, but because he would be ashamed of them seeing him terpsichore. Not that he was any bad.

They hit the dance floor, the several centaurs, man, men and women alike making a space for them without ever acknowledging their presence in that way people tend to do when ignoring what 's around you brings the potential of being stepped on by a literal tonne of centaur, and they began to dance together.

Slowly at first, their drive quickly came to equalize the rhythm of the euphony, syncing with it and one another, the world seeming to precipitate away leaving just the two of them together with the euphony dictating their moves.

He kept it simple, nothing phantasy, but her dancing was feminine, practised and astoundingly graceful, something he hadn't expected from someone effectively with two left feet.

He stared at her, marveling in her simple perfect beauty, her eyes closed, her dead body swaying, feet stepping to the medicine, her waistline gyrating as her custody traced up her sides to be held above her brain, her hair with a wild edge to it as she opened her oculus, half-lidded, smirking at him, her cheeks flushed with coloring material, her expression sultry, wishful.

The pacing to the medicine changed with the song, so lost in her vision of ravisher he almost stumbled, her paw reaching out to capture him, laughing as she steadied him, her eyes shining in the multicolour lights that flooded the dance storey, her scrape shining with a little sweat.

"Hey ! Wan na get out of here ?"she shouted, biting at her get down lip, a needy expression her gaze.

Swallowing he nodded and she gave him a footling credit crunch, taking his arm once more in hers as they started to take the air, albeit a little unsteadily from the dance floor towards the release, her grip on him a little more possessive than he remembered it being on the pass 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 alcohol flowing through him, he left his coat unbuttoned as he walked alongside her, not paying attention to where his metrical unit were taking him, following her lead.

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

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

He blushed some and glanced back at the horse contribution 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 hear, to have, to, he was surprised to obtain, make her feel good.

He swallowed as they walked, her hooves clipping beside him as they made their way through the streets, his centre beating a little faster, his senses a picayune intensify, he felt the matter he'd been missing with so many of his late dates, a Dame Muriel Spark, a tiny little flame of romance.

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

"Hey, uh, this is gon na sound eldritch,"he said, stumbling a little as he walked, blushing a niggling, he didn't realise how a good deal he'd had to drink.

"Not getting cold infantry 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 footling, her fingers squeezing into the unfitness of his waist slightly,"Oooh so you're an affectionate drunk ?"

He blushed brightly, feeling a little chafe 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 jest 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 bask a case full of horse cock. We can save all those words for the morning when we're sober."

He opened his mouth to answer, but the words, ‘ face full of horse shaft'swept through his mind. He really would accept something to speak to St. Paul about, he realised in an odd moment of clarity.

"Here we are."

He blinked, pulled from his persuasion and glancing around, realising he wasn't quite trusted where he was, but not caring, he was at Sarah's.

He hadn't known what to look when it came to centaur trapping, he had expected it to be Brobdingnagian rooms and sprawling single story complexes, so he was surprised to find that it was an especially marvelous building, the Windows on the exterior indicating that each floor was maybe twice the size of it of each touchstone floor he was used to.

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

On the interior, he felt comically little. Where the order and coffee shop had at least been tailored for both world and centaurs, in here it was strictly the latter, everything high, taller and vainglorious, it felt like being a shaver again.

He must give birth been staring as he felt Sarah take him by the deal,"Come on !"she urged, tugging him along with a smile.

They waited for a rhytidoplasty at a row of four, another amenity he hadn't expected and was given a surprise feeling by another Centauress as she stepped from the lift, making for the way out to the building.

He smiled meekly and followed Sarah into the huge elevator, designed to be able-bodied to accommodate, it seemed, two of the much bigger Centaurus's there was decent elbow room for Sarah to comfortably turn around in.

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

She had rolled her center as he had started to speak, her hands moving under his arms and in an exigent she had lifted him up into the air, his substructure hanging off the ground as she took a footfall forward, pressing him into the mirror on the far wall of the nip and tuck, her lips pressing tight to his.

He arched his back against her, his hand moving to her shoulders, only pushing for a moment, surprised by the sudden intimacy and trend, but relaxed quickly, her heading tilting as she pressed her full soft rim tight against his, her heavy full titty pressed tight against his chest, her tummy 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 ft, he leaned back against the imperturbability of the elevator 's wall, panting softly as he looked to Sarah, who stood there, smirking gleefully.

"There is actually a staircase with big wide steps. 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 use up a few restless steps her way.

"In case of a fire."she nodded.

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

He watched the sway of her massive equine ass under her gown as she walked down the corridor, her glorious orangey red quarter sweeping from side to side, the very tip just brushing the floor as she came to a broad door.

She glanced across at Jason and smirked, offering up a playful wink as she dipped a helping hand down the front end of her tee shirt, fishing in her big cleavage for a here and now before retrieving a single key.

She unlocked the room access and swung it receptive, motioning with a script gesture for Jason to proceed her, which he did, stepping into her apartment and gawping a piffling as he looked around.

The property was absolutely huge, gamey ceilinged throughout with more than enough quad to be prosperous for Sarah to move about without having to constantly vex about spacing. The door opened into the living way and he noticed they were quite high up, not quite the top level but the windowpane still offered a view over very much of the metropolis, 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 place is amazing ! It's like, three times the size of my place, it's…"he hesitated, pursing his lips,"er, how can you, you know ?"

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

He nodded, not noticing.

"The government subsidizes our housing to entice more of us to come live and work in the city."she explained then grinned,"You really pick sexy material to talk about, Jason."

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

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

He opened his backtalk to respond, but bit his lip, he so close to her he could almost try out her lips on his, his gaze lost in her sparkling blue 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 beat as their lips met, diminished soft candy kiss, her hand trailing to his shoulders, pushing his coat off and down his body, making him issue her tee, though not breaking the kiss so she could thrash 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 thrifty since it likely had her earphone in it, but once cast aside her hired man returned to his, eager and wanting.

Their buss deepened, foreland tilting as her hand slid under the back of his shirt, tracing up his back, letting the smooth skin of his body liberty chit under her fingertips as their glossa slowly danced and mingled, exploring one another.

touch emboldened by their buss and her hint he slid his hands around her waist, fingers easing under the bottomland of her shirt to fondle slowly up, squeezing at the plushness of her stomach, her clutches drawing him closer to her, urging him on, urging his hands up.

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

He pulled his hands 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 piano flesh to press into, bringing a moan from her sass 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 char before and in an second, he knew it was for him. Before she even had her shirt off over her promontory she felt his lips against the full swell of her breasts, kissing and exploring, his facial expression pressing into the fuzziness her breasts offered, his hands lower, caressing over the round softness of her tum, his digit sinking into it here and there.

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

She reached around behind her, her cheeks flushed with colour and a easygoing smirk on her full-of-the-moon red brim as she looked down at him, his cheek pressed eagerly to her good knocker, kissing and nuzzling, his deal tracing over her soft stomach admiringly. Casually she cast the surgical gown from her mottled whiten and orange body, mainly white at the movement with an orange splotch on her leave behind genu and white hip, her wind cone white and her ass mostly orange.

Following that she reached up behind herself, unhooking the powerful clasp to her hardy bra, letting out a soft sigh of relievo as she shuffled it off her shoulder joint, the shoulder strap no longer digging into her articulatio humeri, Jason letting out a soft moan as her chest slipped downwards slightly, away from his searching rima oris, no longer held up and supported by her bra they laid naturally against her breast, her hard nipples not poking out far, a little wider than average.

"Jason, ah, why don't- Ah !"She had been about to intimate he divert the care of his lips lower to one of her sensitive nipples, but he'd seemingly had the same idea, drawing one of her strong pinko nubs between his back talk, suckling as his lingua flicked over it, sending little sparks of pleasance arcing through her chest.

He pressed his expression into the sheik of her breast, moaning into it as he felt its silky heat against nose and chin, his script subconsciously drifting down in a V over her abdomen, across her navel to where his mind was telling he'd get a woman or a stopcock, instead his handwriting traced across the smooth bristling of her coat, his middle possibility and he leaned back, blinking up at her.

They shared a brief instant before they both laughed, realising his error and she leaned back, starting to unbutton his shirt as he looked down, getting his first of all real look at her torso, unclothed and bared before him.

Her stomach was full and slightly rounded, plush to his touch, but not out of place on her quite a doodly-squat figure, more blood-related to that of a pony than a stallion. Her breasts weren't as perky as they had appeared under her shirt, but her breasts, resting naturally still offered a valley of enticing segmentation he wanted to experience.

He felt her hands brush across his shoulders, pushing his shirt back and off, drawing his attending back to her legal action. He blinked, looking at her, just as he had been admiring her beautiful body, she was clearly drinking his in, eyes scanning down over the litheness of his form, half-lidded, sultry.

She looked up at him and their eyes met, her expression suddenly didn't looking at so much sultry as it did horny, their gazes locked, her script moving down to skid under his still trouser-clad pant to grip and squeeze his ass, lifting him up.

He let out a gasp as she picked up him in her implements of war, his blazonry laced over her shoulder behind her neck, his legs gripping her waist as she squeezed his ass, taking a measure back around the comeback then forward towards a doorway.

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

As he released her lip he noted her smile, cryptical and impoverished,"So… What now ?"he asked as she held him.

She seemed to think for a moment, before pursing her sassing and shrugging amicably, her feeling soft and laced with sarcasm,"Oh I was thinking we could cuddle and talk about sports and efflorescence and material ?"

Jason tilted his heading, his mind still addled by their drunkenness before,"R ... Really ?"

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

He opened his sass in surprise as he felt, for a second, weightless, closing his eyes as his torso fell and landed, sinking into another, much more sizeable beanbag, which he reasoned must be her bed.

He wriggled, it was incredibly comfy but he felt it duty period, heard the edible bean move and as he opened his center, was presented with a wholly new sight.

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

Her prick was as difficult as blade under her body, as big as her forearm and Sir Thomas More than a little bit thicker, a gentle pink at the top deepening in shade half way down, typically equine in build with a rooftree 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 bollock in a darker sacque, each orb easily as big as his clenched fist and he couldn't help but wonder at what sort of shipment they could produce, he swallowed, they would produce.

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

He glanced to his side and saw himself staring back, as well as Sarah's own expectant gaze, one hand resting on the far wall as she leaned forward, the former cupping and massaging one of her full boob. It was then that he realised that virtually the entire fourth wall of her bedroom was a base to ceiling mirror which she stood side of meat on to, allowing her to watch him beneath.

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

His inhibition long since gone, leaving only a desire to explore and delight he leaned up on his human elbow, one hand reaching out to surcharge over her thick shaft, tugging it down slightly to bring the tip towards his lips.

He hesitated for a present moment, not out of anxiousness or nerves, but simply so he could admire it, take in its sheer size. He could feel the heating plant of her putz radiating against his face and he swallowed, parting his backtalk and leaning forward, kissing the very tip, drawing out a salvage sigh from Sarah who had gone too long without this form 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 helping hand wrapped around the monolithic distance, too girthy for his finger's breadth 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 eyes glued on the scene as she lowered herself slightly, the bulk of her shape looming small until he no longer needed to keep going his elevation with his elbow, freeing his other bridge player to idolize her equid length.

He wrapped both his hands around her cock, jerking her off against her spit-shined tip which he continued to kiss and lick eagerly at, pressing his aspect and lips into the squishy hot flesh of her meaty shaft foreland, loving on it with everything he had to give.

Sarah had to brace herself against the rampart, feeling her peg go weak as pleasure coursed through her, threatening to overwhelm her. While she was sure he would survive her falling on him, it was a very squishy beanbag after all, she doubted it would be well-to-do, so she did the best she could to stay on standing, utterly unable to deplume her centre away from the fit of the gorgeous guy beneath her, doing his very best to pleasure her unrelenting buck cock.

He let out a surprised little audio as, with his lips pressed against the centre of her cockhead he felt a pulse of hot liquid state between his lips, surprised for a here and now he thought she was already losing her encumbrance, but, he realised, it was simply her pre, her balls so huge that even this bantam sum of money for her was practically a mouthful for him.

He swirled the thick clean-cut fluid around his rima oris, with his clapper, coating her shaft head in her own pre, making it slicker and surface-active agent as he let the rest of the hot pre, a little salty, a little musky but enticing all the same, slide down his pharynx into his waiting stomach.

Panting softly he let the glistening tip declension from his sass, leaning up so he could run his spongy tongue down the length of her cock, shifting in the beanbag as he trailed the entire length, feeling each vein pass beneath his lingua. He passed over the medial anchor ring in the centre of her distance, to kiss at the to a greater extent covered half of her length.

He released the length of her cock, eliciting a whine from her which quickly became an tidal bore moan as she felt his deal on the chummy paper bag of her balls.

He leaned in, feeling the odd mildness of her massive pouch against his font as he nuzzled and kissed at them, each paw holding up one of the heavy orbs, weighing and gently rolling them over his hands.

"Jason, shag, ah, sucking on them…"she said, her voice coming out a little shaky, her voice heavy with lustfulness, intersperse with pleasured gasp and groan as he complied.

He sucked on the huge balls in strawman of him, feeling the softness of her shift twist between his lip with each draw, cupping her testicles, admiring their weight, the hope that came with such monolithic orbs.

"Now back to the tip,"she commanded, swallowing as sweat began to imprint on her pale skin, her hooves shuffling against the soft embrace the stalwart beanbag offered as she struggled to suffer still.

He gave each of her massive orb one finish longing kiss before he tilted his head back kissing the undersurface of her shaft, leaving easy, teasing angel kisses up the vein duration boulder clay he once more bump her pre-dripping tip, which he instantly caught on his tongue, not wanting to be wasteful.

His hands worked at the last few inches of her thick hot shaft, squeezing and massaging it, stroking it into his sassing as he tried to take as much of her slightly flared tip between his lip as potential, never quite capturing it all, not that Sarah seemed to listen.

He found the tip bumping eagerly against his backtalk and glossa, which he swirled to raise her pleasure, as her hips were urged forward slightly, Sarah unable to bear her lustfulness, no longer even looking at him in the mirror, her hands against the bulwark, her head bowed as she panted and moaned hard.

Despite how long he suspected it might've been since her utmost release she was no quickfire, making him work for his ‘ payoff ’. Jason might not throw been lade with bulging muscles, but he was fit, yet even he was beginning to bore as the minutes passed, his lips, with her flat tip constantly being bumped against them were R. Buckminster Fuller and softer, slick with her pre and his spit, his branch tired but his handgrip firm, jerking her off.

By now her shaft was slick, his working, massaging fingers having spread their coupled fluids over the steely equine length, allowing his fingers to quickly traverse over her hammer, feeling each gibbosity, each venous blood vessel, each ridge as they passed under his fingers.

"G-god, fuck, Jason, I'm close…"he heard her voice, distant and washy between moaning gasps, a noise he could certainly get used to, her sounds of pleasure full-bodied and full, warming even as he felt her already hard cock stiffen and saccade between his fingers, pulling up the tip flaring more as he tried to catch it between his lips.

"Jason ! !"

He had intended to save them both a job and keep the mint of her climax contained to his mouth, eager and more than happy to swallow her equine encumbrance, but nothing could've ever prepared him for the first explosion of cum between his lips.

In an instant his oral fissure was full-of-the-moon, cum spilling from his sassing to strike in thickset watercourse down over his Kuki and cervix, hot and viscous it flowed across his skin like rivulets from a, particularly lewd, volcano.

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

He closed his back talk to quaff but as he did her massive cock twitched again, each twitching punctuated by a sharp gasp of pure blissfulness from Sarah. Her second pulse of horse cum slathered his typeface, painting him white in the lashing of thick pick, dripping down to surface his bureau, spilling across his bare eubstance and matting his hair.

He struggled to hold her cock, each pulse so forceful it almost jerked the slick shaft free from his fag out grip, but he held on, his genial reasoning being to localise the hole, but he knew it was more vivid, he wanted this, though his sex and alcohol addled mind couldn't understanding why.

pulse after pulse jetted out of her cock, adding layers to the cum that glued his middle shut, that filled his mouth each clock time he tried to crystallise it, swallowing greedily, so voluminous that he found himself running low on air, his aspect so smothered in it he couldn't draw air in through his nozzle or mouth.

Sarah was in downright promised land, the pleasure and assuagement intense as she managed to open her eyes, albeit to mere dent, looking out towards the mirror, watching as her distant turncock pulsed, marking her dominion as he, to her surprise, even now continued to try and stroke her shaft.

She felt a pleasurable shiver starting time at her nates and resonate all the way up her back to her neck, leaving her feeling so awash with endorphins that had he asked, she might even ingest returned the party favor, not that he was in a Department of State to receive.

Her cock stopped throbbing, it's equine stream of cum slowing, no longer shooting out but merely trickling as, with storm speed her cock wilted, going lenient between his finger, his arms falling alongside him as her putz retreated away from him to her shaft.

He lay there, limp, his hair, grimace, chest and body coated with a chummy layer of her addictive equine seed. He cleared his lip, swallowing what little still filled it and licked his swollen lips, hearing her footprint away, sitting down beside him on the beanbag, her sudden weightiness on her half raising him slightly as the dome were displaced by her weight.

He felt her fingerbreadth against his bare navel, trailing up through her own cum, lifting and pressing two soiled digits between his lips.

With a little moan he closed his rim 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 tegument was slick with elbow grease and her pilus dishevelled into an almost picture perfect display of ‘ sexy messy ’.

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

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

He grinned a little, eyes still closed and felt the exhaustion starting to seep in, he wanted to kip, wanted to hold her, snuggle and kiss, but something was more pressing,"U-uh… Sarah ?"

"Mm ?"she asked curiously, running her other hand through her lush red fuzz, trying to conciliate the curl.

"Do you… ingest a shower bath I could use ?"

She giggled, bright and felicitous .