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

His fellow worker and Quaker St. Paul had suggested to him that he try out Tinder and, to begin with at to the lowest degree, he'd loved the idea of it, see a girl, read her profile and if you felt compatible, hook right, if not, swipe left, easy right ? But as days had passed and conversation with mate led nowhere but the episodic hookup he had, as many did, grown to dislike the nature of the savage, no longer bothering to record their profiles or checking for any compatibility, now, as he lay on his couch, the TV in the background playing some unmindful sports he only barely glanced at each women 's pictures before he swiped right on them.

Jason was, he knew, not by any substance unattractive, he had a slender build with warm friendly feature article, little Robert Brown hair and liked to deliberate himself quite open.

Tinder had netted him a few particular date, a couple with cleaning lady, 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 compeer, no longer feeling the thrill of surprise 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 feed was cute, a bright attractive grin, risque eyes and red tomentum, skin pale but with an adorable smattering of lentigo, she looked to be plus sized, not something he'd experienced yet on the dating tantrum but certainly not something that put him off her. looker was ravisher, and sometimes having a minuscule extra made for a more pleasant experience, soft and ardent, more loosen up and loving, or so he figured, anyway.

He checked her visibility and was intrigued to find it was rather slim on particular, listing her as being just shy of six and a half invertebrate foot and a dickgirl.

He raised his brow some, six and a half foot was marvellous, almost a foot 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 of speech to lay eyes on. open the measure he was cognizant of, after all, he couldn't help but question just how well equipped she would likely be between her second joint too.

As he was scrolling through her scene, all selfies from a low angle that mainly just showed her gorgeous smiling fount, only a few snaps capturing a hint of the seemingly telling size of her bout, a piffling house of cards popped up in the lower corner of his screen.

‘ Hey'

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

‘ Hey,'he wrote back, the banner orifice of, ‘ no I didn't swipe right on accident ’.

‘ You ok ? X'

He smiled, a missy who jumped straight to leaving x's on their messages were usually interested, ‘ Yeah, just temperature reduction, 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 fundament tall and built like a tank was grinning, speaking to a newsperson who was stood on a set of steps holding a microphone up to him, discussing his win, ‘ Me too lol, It's disturbed how fast they are.'

‘ I know haha x'

He smiled a little and looked towards the TV, they were an interesting addition to social club he thought, up until L or so geezerhood ago they had lived in their own cities and enclaves, but over the last few decennium had integrated into society, becoming a recognisable part of casual life.

Sure there were challenges, after all their size of it and physical differences meant they needed alone caparison and many facilities were labelled as human only, not out of any segregation, but simply because a nine foot tall muscled animate being of a Centaurus simply couldn't enter many human organization. You couldn't just take a stallion to the cinema or to a eating place, after all.

However many property had opened, especially recently, run by Centaurus and humanity alike to cater to their needs, housing was built specially for them and, in a separatrix of togetherness and wholeness, was no longer referred to as ‘ stabling ’.

‘ Your profile said you liked new experiences x'

He read the message and smiled, virtually dickgirl's assumed that meant he would be open to trying one of them out and the ones 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 thing, new people, new solid food, new property, and the like.

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

She was cute and if a simple little engagement led to him trying out something new like a boneheaded tall redhead dickgirl, why not, regardless of who topped who he'd have a memorable evening.

‘ Maybe we could go for chocolate ? Or deglutition ? 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 biz of pecker cat and shiner, regardless of whether or not she was his first, letting her believe she was made it so much more fun for the both of them.

‘ phone agitate, I get off of workplace at five tomorrow, is there anywhere city centre you'd like to go ?'

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

He did and loose, a smile on his nerve, tomorrow he might find that light. Worst 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 idea of Sarah, imagining her soft body, her laying on her breadbasket, his putz slamming in and out of her hole, or of him laying on his book binding, her atop of him missional, the blurriness of her body pressed against his material body, her monumental height and frame making him feel so pocket-size as they fucked.

Needless to say, he awoke with wood, but, thanks to the joys of modernistic life didn't have sentence to separate himself out, instead needing to get himself ready 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 threshold to lead off his short commute from his unconditional to his office.

He checked his phone and found he had a text from an unknown figure. After saving the inter-group communication as ‘ Sarah ( T )'he checked the message. She had listed an reference 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 O.K. and they agreed to meet there at half five, shortly after he got out of work.

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

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

"Eh it was cipher,"Jason smirked, picking up the cup,"I just explained that if we were going to make all the variety they wanted how much it would cost them. They saw our stage of opinion rather quickly once they saw the numbers."

Paul chuckled and shook his head,"How come they always want to shift their minds on the base blueprint 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 have intercourse 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 ticket, should be a success for them."

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

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

Jason chuckled, human and centaur family relationship were rarified but not unheard of, they mainly just served as eye candy for one another. Human girls for their diminutiveness and beauty were lusted after by centaur men while centaur fair sex, with their massive size of it, 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 sexual stratum, simply incompatible in Jason 's mind.

Female centaurs rarely showed an interest in men with their practically diminutive sizing and distaff fair sex simply couldn't handgrip centaur men, they were just too big, though there were elision, of course, love blossomed despite sex and some smaller Centaurus could get with some larger humans, idol knew he'd seen a duo such erotica videos online, but it was still a mismatch.

"Wish I could but I have a date,"he smirked.

"Oh ?"Apostle of the Gentiles laughed,"Another tinder match huh ?"

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

"Then,"Saint 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 someone 's dick allllll night long and it'll be amazing and you can fare into work the adjacent day and vaporing about it to Saul of Tarsus. How right wing was I ?"

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

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

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

"Only about who gets to top."

Jason laughed and Paul shook his capitulum, smiling, returning to work as the two of them continued their efforts on the app, passing builds to and fro from programmer to graphic, to testing to back again.

It was an interminable cycle seemingly, but at the end, they almost always delivered a product that the client would be well-chosen with, even if they didn't realise that aright away.

As it was, for today at to the lowest degree, they hit their aim, pulling the app together and sending off, what they hoped was, the terminal version of the app to the clients, where an email in the morning would give them the final finding of fact on whether any other change needed to be made.

But for now at least, there was celebration, the atonement that came with completing a labor, as Saint Paul had said the squad was getting together for a round of drinks at a bar, but Jason had early plans. As he checked the time on his phone he smiled, he'd be just in meter for his date with Sarah. He glanced towards his bag and debated bringing it with him, it had many of his workplace files in as well as his laptop, but it would be a pain to drag it around all evening. Anyway, he had his key fruit and wallet in the pockets of his coating, if at any tip over the weekend he needed his laptop computer it wasn't exactly a long base on balls to pick it up.

After deciding to leave it he stepped outside he wrapped his coat around himself a piffling tighter, the winter months bringing with them an early night and a chill to the evening that made him shiver, hunching his shoulders and resetting his scarf to be a little snugger around his neck.

Popping his collar to boost protect him from the cold he dug his deal into his pockets, his breath forming a mist as he began to take the air the streets towards the java shop they had agreed to meet at.

Checking his phone as he drew close to where he thought the cafe was he checked the time, he would be a few minutes early, but it was better than being a few minutes late he reasoned, once again checking the text from Sarah, ‘ Greyson Street ’, he glanced up at the sign on the corner which at least confirmed he was in the redress home, now he only had to get the coffeehouse in question ‘ The public security and step Cafe ’.

He spotted it various building down and on the former English of the street, smiling as he did, making his way towards it. As he passed the early commercial message buildings, shops, cafe's, bars and restaurants he noticed that many of them were Centaur friendly, their doors taller and broader, the ceilings higher to accommodate.

He pursed his brim, feeling the frigid air run through his curtly brown fuzz, 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 probably hadn't experienced before.

As he noticed the cafe he was heading towards sported the same broad tall door his creative thinker made the likely connection.

He pushed open the room access to the cafe, the warmth of the room hitting him, the cold fleeing as he drew in a cryptic intimation, the perfume of coffee and cake combine with a less familiar scent, but one he recognised all the same.

About two-thirds of the customers in the coffee shop were Centaurus, male person and female, standing at magniloquent tables varying in height with large coffees and afters, a scatter of humans using impost high death chair let the two intermingle.

Sitting at one of the smaller tables was a familiar boldness, Sarah, her elbow resting on the edge of the table, palm tree against the English of her head, fingers trailing absently through the wavy lock of her orange hair, her early mitt resting on the rim of her cup, steam tracking in piffling tendrils through the spread of her fingers.

She was wearing a simple t-shirt, a logo from one of the centaur racing teams on the front, the curve of the shirt following the curve of her chest, entire and spectacular, the shirt stretched so tightly around them that he was pretty indisputable he could see the precis of a bra, the shirt trailing down over the thickness of her figure. While her legs betrayed a sign of mottling on a whitened and orangeness coat she was mostly covered from the waist down in a strong perfunctory nightie that covered her back, seat and behind ramification, the forepart two exposed with another slip of fabric trailing almost elegantly down the front.

As he started to wrap his way between the tables towards her, passing a coat single-foot that, thanks to the cold of the evening, was laden with a few operose looking cap and coats, he started to unbutton his own heavy coat, settling the neckband down and unwound his scarf.

He was a duad of mesa away when she spotted him, her heart lighting up with recognition from his moving picture and, as he smiled, so did she, delighted that he didn't seem in the to the lowest degree bit bothered by the revelation of her nature.

"Hey,"he said, mimicking his beginning substance to her on Tinder as he slipped his pelage off from over his shoulder, laying it across the spine of his senior high school chairwoman which he climbed up onto, a effort proving not to be too difficult given that she was certainly one of the smaller Centaurus, no nine foot behemoth as he had seen backwash the night before on tv, though six and a half substructure was by no means small by his standards.

"Hey yourself,"she said, her voice deep and welcoming as he settled to sit opposition her, her eyes a beaming blue, scanning over him curiously, drinking in his slender form and genuine grin, the facial expression of substitute across her feature of speech 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 tree before nodding a little, her hooves making a little clicking noise on the floor as she shuffled her stance.

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

Jason smiled a minuscule, wanting to luff out that her profile wasn't exactly forthcoming about the fact that she was a centaur, 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 adorable shade of red as she reached across, taking his hand in her own, much warmer hired hand, her handgrip soft despite the larger size of her hand,"Sarah, can I get you your first coffee ?"

He tilted his head slightly as he pulled his bridge player back, resting his weapons system on the table, he'd been about to go get himself his own, but it would be bad-mannered to decline,"Please, black, no sugar."

She smiled and nodded, taking a pair of steps back from the table before turning and making her way cautiously through the other generously spaced tables towards the return where one of the aforementioned colossus was being served.

He tilted his pass, quite shamelessly watching her ass as she walked, trying to assess how he felt about his appointment being a centaur. He had to admit her butt was huge, her gown trailing down to the back of her knee joint, though at the prat he could just see the end of her flowing tail, the same enchanting shade of Orange as her hair.

As he watched her, wondering just where the Nox might conduce, he realised that he was in fact completely fine with her being a Centaur, though it did play to mind the only early snippet of information he had gained from her profile. She was packing.

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

She returned to the table, smiling as she set the coffee in front of him, smaller than hers, large for a man he quickly clasped his still cold hands around it, letting the high temperature from the cup work into his finger, warming him.

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

"Oh, I'm a bartender, the 60 minutes are a small sly sometimes but I enjoy it, you ?"she replied with a smile.

"I'm with a belittled firm, we design apps and material, It's pretty fun study though it can be stressful sometimes, cockeyed deadlines, annoying node, the like."

She nodded along, listening and watching him all the spell, her look one of intrigue and interest,"audio jolly cool, you work near here ?"

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

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

He smirked a piffling, a not so subtle hint on her share 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 Sir Henry Wood of the tabular array top, a curious look on her face.

Jason raised an eyebrow,"Actually, you're the firstly I've ever been on a escort with. I knew a couple in University and I've worked with a pair, 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 world-wide. That, and I want to get to know who you are, that 's More important than what you are."

Judging by the blush that formed across her cheeks under her ignite smattering of freckle and the tender small smile, that had been the right answer,"So no questions at all ?"she asked as if fishing.

He took a sip of her coffee berry, maybe she just liked talking about Centaur stuff,"Well…"he rested his chin on the backbone of his deal, contemplating for a moment,"You don't brain ?"

She shook her head, smiling.

"okey, well,"he lowered his phonation to an almost conspiratorial tone,"How do you, you know, clean ? At the book binding ?"

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

It was his play to blush now, caught off sentry go by her bluntness"Ah, that 's not what I meant, I just intend like-"

She laughed, a strong rich auditory sensation that was infectious, a smile creeping to his own sass as he realised she was teasing,"I know what you meant Jason, did you lie with you're cute when you blush ?"

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

"I've got a really big exhibitor with really strong jets, gets almost everything it needs to, you just, like, put the liquid state soap in the shower brain and after a fiddling while it runs out to just water and it rinses it out. But every few days I go to a groomer, trim the hair, get my hooves done, that kind of thing,"she explained, delighted to see just how attentively Jason was listening.

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

"Only if I get hard."she smirked, drawing out another of his blushes 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 picayune 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 minuscule detail,"I think they look cute."

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled brightly and he lifted his cup, finishing his own coffee in a long gulp 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 back, of his chair, shrugging his pelage on, subconsciously feeling for his keys and wallet, making sure both were in their assigned pockets before opting to gormandise his scarf into an interior air hole, figuring he wouldn't need it if it was such a brusque 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 cute popping your catch, trying to take care like Sherlock hm ?"

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

"True,"Sarah smirked and followed him towards the incoming 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-bodied to properly size her for the offset meter now they were outside and it seemed she was doing the same, a tranquility consequence passing between them as they looked one another over.

The top of his head came up to her shoulder joint, conveniently, at least for him, putting her total swell of her breast at just below his eye spirit level. With her bod, being taller and thicker than his, she seemed practically amazonian in ratio, making him find smaller than he actually was.

"Shall we ?"he said with a grin, 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 little, enjoying her troupe and the pleasant warmheartedness of their dead body so close together as they walked, just the right sum of money of affair.

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

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

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

She grinned, looking ahead,"Those are the upright 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 jape and gave his arm a subdued affectionate power play,"Asking the substantial interrogative sentence now, hm ?"

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

She giggled a piffling,"I don't, I just go on particular date with cute son like you and see where it leads."

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

He walked alongside her, his arm looped with hers and found himself in a office he seldom came across, he was on the backbone foot, Sarah taking the tether it seemed, causing him to blush and feel uncertain as to whether or not she was teasing or being dependable. He had, after all, descend out here with the almost limited intention of getting some natural action, how difficult would it be to think that she had come out with the same design ? The near girl vibes he'd gotten from her visibility, with her warm favorable smile and freckle speckled brass seemed, increasingly he thought, to disguise a not so innocent side of meat to her.

They arrived at the, he thought, hilariously named, ‘ Centaurus of Attention'and stepped in through the wide framed door into the familiar sensations that came with, Jason knew, any gild, the scent of people and inebriant, the golf-club thrumming to a musical rhythm that he'd heard before, but couldn't name, the bunch, to his surprisal, a pretty even mix of human and Centaur, the space inside dominated by a mainly vacant dance floor in the eye, ringed with table, Booth and the ever present bar.

He looked up at Sarah who was smiling, nodding her head a picayune to the beatnik of the music before glancing down at him, catching his regard, her eyes sparkling,"Hey ! Wan na grab us some crapulence if I find us a seat ?"

"Yeah, indisputable ! What do you drink ?"He asked, raising his vocalism over the thumping of the euphony, unbuttoning his coat.

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

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

He tore his eyes away from her, making his way towards the bar, finding one of the spots reserved for human, a few steps leading him up so he could rest his elbows on the suave polished control surface of the bar where he set about the age old competition of trying to overhear the bartender 's eye, a challenge, given he was peaking over the edge of the comeback practically like a child, stood future to a nine foot centaur guy, his laurel wreath on the sideboard and his arms straight as he peered forward.

Jason glanced the massive centaur over, quick and bare, sizing him up. He furrowed his brow a little glancing back to where Sarah was, making her way to a board 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 train of sentiment derailing at speed as he turned, surprised to hear his name, from a familiar voice, no less.

"Shit, St. Paul ! Hey ! What're you doing here ?"he asked, grinning as he clasped his hand with Paul's,"Feels like forever since I last saw you !"It had in fact probably just been a distich 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 squad was coming here for a deglutition ! Isn't that why you're here ?"

Jason peered around the club, his optic going wide as he spotted Sarah at her table, glancing around he found his squad, mercifully not right next to her, practically on the other slope 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 hold ! 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 brow at his friend and co-worker.

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

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

Paul the Apostle turned to him, his heart extensive, surprise on his boyish features,"You're kidding ?"

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

Jason turned back to the bar, a mid-sized Centaurus peering across at him, questioning,"Oh er, no, can I get a Canterbury Ale, two pint and a Jack and coke, unity ?"The barkeeper nodded and Jason turned his attention back to Paul, who had a grin on his look,"What's with that feel ?"

"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."

Saul 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 girlfriend letting you top again ?"

"Pff, not bloody likely."

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

"Aye, I will, cheers Paul."

"Cheers Jason,"Paul smirked, raising his trash as he stepped down from bar to make his way back towards their team.

Jason watched for a present moment as Paul rejoined the chemical group, biting his lip, wondering for a indorse whether or not he would show out Jason or Sarah, but he was delight to see not, 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 stein of Ale and a glass of Jack and snow, the two trash looking comically unlike in size when placed side of meat by side. He fished in his pelage pocket and drew out his debit card which he booped against the offer twist, the contactless board quickly and simply making the necessary payment.

Carefully, biting his lip and trying not to spill any he collected the two-pint Gertrude Stein in one manus and his slender methamphetamine hydrochloride in the early, the muscularity on his arm carrying her drink straining a picayune as he made his way back towards her.

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

She smirked and nodded, lifting the stein with a disturbing ease in one hand, leading him to inquire just how solid she was, taking that first satisfying sip,"Mm, It is, thanks, so um, a admirer of yours ? I think I've seen him here before."

"Heh, yeah, pretty a great deal my best admirer, though I work with him too, he brought the body of 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 exhibit her off to me… Turns out that was you, didn't know you worked here ?"

She laughed a little,"Ahh I see, that makes sentience I suppose. He seemed prissy ! full moon of smiles."

He bit his lip for a moment, watching the way she so casually held up the stein he had struggled with, like it was cypher to her,"That 's just not bonny,"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 stein to her lips, taking another deep drink, as her head tilted back slightly he couldn't helper but glance down, admiring the fullness of her breasts against her shirt, straining to satisfy him.

"It's not my fracture being the swelled and the strong. I don't even exercise,"she giggled.

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

They soon fell into conversation, talking about potable, about how much more it took to get a centaur wasted than a man because she likely weighed Sir Thomas More than four times what he did. They talked about films, music, sport, their interests surprisingly aligning quite well, they enjoyed the same musicians, genre of film and, to their delight as they got in a new round, found out they had even once been to the Sami gig a twosome of year back.

They refilled their drinks a couple of times and the club began to enliven up, the dance trading floor becoming busier as the volume of the music began to sneak upwards, drowning out conversation leaving only the meretricious shouters to continue to talk.

To see one another Jason and Sarah had been forced to lean across the board, bringing themselves quite close to one another, allowing him to better admire her gorgeous feature of speech, the voluminousness of her brim, the profundity of her heart, the accentuating wonder of her freckles.

Lazily as they talked, one bridge player clasped around her stein, her other toyed with a lock chamber of her glorious morning orange hair's-breadth, fingers twirling the wavy duration.

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

In a long swig, Sarah drained the remaining two-thirds of her 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 astonished expression with how quickly she had drained her glass.

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

He stared at her for a few long bit, oral cavity open, feeling his mind buzz with the alcohol from however many potable he'd had, he looked down at his half-empty drinking glass, then up into the promising fount of his gorgeous centaur date.

"Why the perdition not ? !"he shouted back and she grinned, watching as he downed the repose of his own, feeling the whiskey settle in his stomach as he stood, taking a step towards the dance floor, his center glancing over to where Paul had been, no longer, apparently him and his squad had bounced, much to his substitute, not, he was happy to experience, 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 saltation floor, the various centaurs, mankind, men and cleaning woman alike making a distance for them without ever acknowledging their presence in that way people tend to do when ignoring what 's around you brings the voltage of being stepped on by a genuine tonne of Centaur, and they began to dance together.

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

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

He stared at her, marveling in her simple arrant ravisher, her eyes closed, her body swaying, metrical unit stepping to the music, her waist gyrating as her hands traced up her side to be held above her straits, her pilus with a angry sharpness to it as she opened her centre, half-lidded, smirking at him, her cheeks flushed with colouring material, her facial expression sultry, wishful.

The tempo to the medicine changed with the song, so lost in her visual sense of beauty he almost stumbled, her hand reaching out to captivate him, laughing as she steadied him, her eyes shining in the multicolour lights that flooded the dance trading floor, her skin polishing with a little sweat.

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

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

As they stepped outside into the frigidness of the eventide he hardly felt it, warmed as he was by her party and the intoxicant 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 picayune loudly, voice unadjusted from the yelling he'd had to do to be heard over the din of the golf 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 cavalry part of her sceptically, but even guessing at what she might induce in creative thinker, he found himself excited, not afraid, he wanted to explore her, to learn, to feel, to, he was surprised to find, make her smell good.

He swallowed as they walked, her hooves clipping beside him as they made their way through the streets, his heart beating a fiddling faster, his senses a short enhance, he felt the matter he'd been missing with so many of his previous dates, a spark, a lilliputian piddling flame of Romance language.

He could hardly believe he was thinking about it, about them, as a mates, but when he thought about this evening being just a one nighttime point of view, it made him worry.

"Hey, uh, this is gon na sound Wyrd,"he said, stumbling a slight as he walked, blushing a little, he didn't substantiate how much he'd had to drink.

"Not getting insensate understructure on me are ya ?"she grinned, moving her hired man from his arm around his waistline, like he was hers.

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

She laughed a trivial, her fingers squeezing into the mildness of his waist slightly,"Oooh so you're an affectionate drunk ?"

He blushed brightly, feeling a little 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 peculiar 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 stupid stuff like that and get you home to enjoy a cheek to the full of horse cock. We can carry through all those watchword for the daybreak when we're sober."

He opened his mouth to respond, but the Scripture, ‘ face full of horse peter'swept through his mind. He really would have something to talk to Apostle of the Gentiles 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 caring, he was at Sarah's.

He hadn't known what to expect when it came to centaur housing, he had expected it to be huge rooms and sprawling single story complexes, so he was surprised to line up that it was an especially tall building, the windows on the exterior indicating that each trading floor was maybe twice the size of each stock 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 inside, he felt comically belittled. Where the clubhouse and coffee shop 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 kid again.

He must have been staring as he felt Sarah take away him by the bridge player,"seminal fluid 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 surprise smell by another Centauress as she stepped from the rise, making for the exit to the edifice.

He smiled meekly and followed Sarah into the immense elevator, designed to be able to accommodate, it seemed, two of the much declamatory Centaur's there was adequate elbow room for Sarah to comfortably change state 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 fire ? Is there like, a-mm !"

She had rolled her centre as he had started to talk, her hands moving under his blazonry and in an instant she had lifted him up into the air, his feet hanging off the ground as she took a footstep forward, pressing him into the mirror on the far wall of the airlift, her lips pressing tight to his.

He arched his back against her, his men moving to her shoulders, only pushing for a import, surprised by the sudden liaison and apparent motion, but relaxed quickly, her head tilting as she pressed her full easy back talk tight against his, her toilsome fully breasts pressed tight against his thorax, 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 smile she stepped back, lowering him to his unfirm human foot, he leaned back against the coolness of the elevator 's bulwark, panting softly as he looked to Sarah, who stood there, smirking gleefully.

"There is actually a stairway with big broad steps. We don't like steps, but in an parking brake, we can use them,"she explained, innocently.

"W-wha ?"he stammered, pushing himself off the paries to use up a few unquiet stair her way.

"In lawsuit of a fire."she nodded.

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

He watched the rock of her massive equid ass under her gown as she walked down the corridor, her brilliant orangey red shadow sweeping from English to side, the very tip just brushing the storey 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 man of her T-shirt, fishing in her prominent cleavage for a mo before retrieving a unity key.

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

The blank space was absolutely vast, high ceilinged throughout with more than enough quad to be comfy for Sarah to prompt about without having to constantly worry about spacing. The door opened into the aliveness room and he noticed they were quite high up, not quite the top floor but the Windows still offered a sentiment over often of the city, a TV in one nook next to the bountiful noodle 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 plaza is amazing ! It's like, three times the sizing of my seat, it's…"he hesitated, pursing his backtalk,"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 by the room access, well outside of his reach.

He nodded, not noticing.

"The government subsidizes our caparison to entice more of us to come bouncy and work in the city."she explained then grinned,"You really piece sexy stuff to speak about, Jason."

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

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

He opened his oral fissure to respond, but bit his lip, he so close to her he could almost taste her backtalk on his, his gaze lost in her sparkling blue eyes.

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

He didn't response, he didn't need to, he simply wrapped his hired man in the arrest of her T-shirt and tugged her forward, bring her back talk to his. He felt his marrow skip a cadence as their lips met, belittled soft candy kiss, her hand trailing to his articulatio humeri, pushing his pelage off and down his consistence, making him release her tee, though not breaking the kiss so she could discard it aside, landing on the level 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 earpiece in it, but once cast aside her helping hand returned to his, aegir and wanting.

Their kiss deepened, heads tilting as her hand slid under the book binding of his shirt, tracing up his back, letting the bland skin of his organic structure pass under her fingertips as their clapper slowly danced and mingled, exploring one another.

Feeling emboldened by their kiss and her jot he slid his hands around her waist, fingerbreadth easing under the bottom of her shirt to fondle slowly up, squeezing at the plushness of her stomach, her grip drawing him closer to her, urging him on, urging his deal 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 custody back and up, following the entire swell of the cups until his fingers found their way to the sharpness of the half cups, fingertips finding soft flesh to urge on into, bringing a moan from her rim around his tongue.

She pulled her hands back from him, lifting her shirt off her straits 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 flash, he knew it was for him. Before she even had her shirt off over her school principal she felt his lips against the full swell of her breasts, kissing and exploring, his face pressing into the balminess her breasts offered, his hands lower, caressing over the round indistinctness of her stomach, his finger's breadth sinking into it here and there.

She knew she was a big girl, something especially odd among a typically fit slipstream and despite her unashamed sureness, she had always been self-conscious about her weight, to be with person 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 colour and a soft smirk on her total red lips as she looked down at him, his face pressed eagerly to her wax bosom, kissing and nuzzling, his custody tracing over her soft tum admiringly. Casually she cast the gown from her mottled Edward Douglas White Jr. and orange trunk, mainly white at the front with an orange tree blotch on her left knee and white hip, her socks white and her ass mostly orange.

Following that she reached up behind herself, unhooking the mightily grasp to her stalwart bra, letting out a soft sigh of sculptural relief as she shuffled it off her berm, the shoulder strap no longer digging into her shoulders, Jason letting out a soft groan as her breast slipped downwards slightly, away from his searching mouth, no longer held up and supported by her bra they laid naturally against her pectus, her tough pap not poking out far, a little wider than average.

"Jason, ah, why don't- Ah !"She had been about to suggest he divert the care of his lips lower to one of her sore mammilla, but he'd seemingly had the Lapplander idea, drawing one of her warm pinko pith between his sassing, suckling as his tongue flicked over it, sending small sparks of joy arcing through her chest.

He pressed his typeface into the swell of her breast, moaning into it as he felt its silklike warmth against nose and Kuki, his script subconsciously drifting down in a V over her abdomen, across her navel to where his mind was telling he'd feel a woman or a shaft, instead his deal traced across the tranquil bristling of her coat, his center opening and he leaned back, blinking up at her.

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

Her stomach was full and slightly rounded, plush to his soupcon, but not out of place on her rather squat figure, more consanguineous to that of a shot glass 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 cleavage he wanted to experience.

He felt her hands sweep across his shoulders, pushing his shirt back and off, drawing his attention back to her activity. He blinked, looking at her, just as he had been admiring her beautiful organic structure, 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 manifestation suddenly didn't look so much sultry as it did horny, their regard locked, her hand moving down to slid under his still trouser-clad pants to grip and embrace his ass, lifting him up.

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

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

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

She seemed to guess for a consequence, before pursing her rim and shrugging amicably, her tone soft and laced with sarcasm,"Oh I was thinking we could cuddle and verbalize about sports and flowers and material ?"

Jason tilted his head, his creative thinker still addled by their deglutition before,"R ... Really ?"

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

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

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

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

Her cock was as firmly as sword under her dead 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 ridgeline halfway down the length, the grain seemingly changing to be softer, the tip, while flared, was only so a minuscule bit.

Beyond and hanging low were two huge balls in a darker sack, each orb easily as big as his fist and he couldn't help but enquire at what variety of lode they could produce, he swallowed, they would produce.

"fountainhead ?"Came her part from above and behind him,"It's rude to keep a noblewoman waiting."

He glanced to his incline 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 other cupping and massaging one of her entire breasts. It was then that he realised that virtually the total quartern wall of her bedroom was a storey to roof mirror which she stood side on to, allowing her to look out him beneath.

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

His inhibitions long since gone, leaving only a desire to search and please he leaned up on his cubitus, one paw reaching out to snitch over her duncical shaft, tugging it down slightly to bring the tip towards his lips.

He hesitated for a moment, not out of anxiousness or nerves, but simply so he could admire it, learn in its sheer size. He could feel the heat of her peter radiating against his side and he swallowed, parting his mouth and leaning forward, kissing the very tip, drawing out a relieved sigh from Sarah who had gone too long without this kind of attention.

The tip seemed too big to wrap up his brim around, but that didn't stop him from trying, kissing trouncing and sucking on the slightly flared tip, his mitt wrapped around the monumental length, too girthy for his finger's breadth to wrap fully around as he stroked, marveling in the sheer sizing, the unequaled gustation and the sensuous experience assaulting his already beleaguered senses.

"Oh fuck, ah, Jason…"she panted softly, her oculus glued on the scene as she lowered herself slightly, the volume of her frame looming lower until he no longer needed to keep going his superlative with his elbow, freeing his other bridge player to worship her equid length.

He wrapped both his bridge player around her cock, jerking her off against her spit-shined tip which he continued to snog and lick eagerly at, pressing his face and lips into the spongy hot physical body of her meaty rooster drumhead, loving on it with everything he had to give.

Sarah had to stabilize herself against the wall, feeling her legs go weak as pleasure coursed through her, threatening to whelm her. While she was certain he would hold out her falling on him, it was a very squishy beanbag after all, she doubted it would be easy, so she did the proficient she could to ride out standing, utterly ineffective to snap her eye away from the scene of the gorgeous guy beneath her, doing his very advantageously to pleasure her unrelenting horse cock.

He let out a storm footling strait as, with his lips pressed against the inwardness of her cockhead he felt a pulse of hot liquid between his lips, surprised for a moment he thought she was already losing her load, but, he realised, it was simply her pre, her Ball so immense that even this diminutive amount of money for her was practically a taste for him.

He swirled the midst clear-cut fluid around his mouth, with his tongue, coating her cock headspring in her own pre, making it cheater and wetter as he let the rest of the hot pre, a short salty, a short musky but enticing all the same, slide down his throat into his waiting stomach.

Panting softly he let the glistening tip spill from his lips, leaning up so he could run his spongy knife down the distance of her cock, shifting in the beanbag as he trailed the entire length, feeling each mineral vein base on balls beneath his spit. He passed over the medial ring in the centre of her length, to kiss at the More covered half of her length.

He released the duration of her cock, eliciting a whine from her which quickly became an tidal bore moan as she felt his hands on the midst sack of her balls.

He leaned in, feeling the odd softness of her monolithic pouch against his side as he nuzzled and kissed at them, each handwriting holding up one of the heavy orbs, weighing and gently rolling them over his hands.

"Jason, piece of tail, ah, suck on them…"she said, her vocalisation coming out a small shaky, her voice heavy with luxuria, intersperse with pleasured gasps and groan as he complied.

He sucked on the Brobdingnagian glob in front of him, feeling the womanishness of her dismission pull between his lips with each draw play, cupping her orchis, admiring their exercising weight, the hope that came with such monolithic orbs.

"Now back to the tip,"she commanded, swallowing as travail began to work on her pallid skin, her hooves shuffling against the soft embrace the inflexible beanbag offered as she struggled to stand still.

He gave each of her monolithic orbs one last longing kiss before he tilted his heading back kissing the underside of her prick, leaving soft, teasing angel kisses up the vein distance money box he once more get hold her pre-dripping tip, which he instantly caught on his tongue, not wanting to be wasteful.

His hands worked at the last few column inch of her buddy-buddy hot shaft, squeezing and massaging it, stroking it into his rima oris as he tried to take as a lot of her slightly flared tip between his lips as possible, never quite capturing it all, not that Sarah seemed to heed.

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

Despite how long he suspected it might've been since her terminal release she was no quickfire, making him make for for his ‘ reward ’. Jason might not make been laden with bulging muscles, but he was fit, yet even he was beginning to tire as the minutes passed, his brim, with her flat tip constantly being bumped against them were Melville Weston Fuller and softer, slickness with her pre and his tongue, his branch tired but his adhesive friction firm, jerking her off.

By now her calamus was slipperiness, his working, massaging fingers having spread their joined fluids over the steely equine length, allowing his finger's breadth to quickly traverse over her dick, feeling each bulge, each vena, each rooftree as they passed under his fingers.

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

"Jason ! !"

He had intended to make unnecessary them both a job and restrain the passel of her climax contained to his mouth, tidal bore and Sir Thomas More than happy to accept her equine lading, but nothing could've ever prepared him for the first explosion of cum between his lips.

In an heartbeat his oral fissure was full, cum spilling from his sass to fall in blockheaded streams down over his chin and neck, hot and viscous it flowed across his skin like rivulets from a, particularly lewd, volcano.

He gulped down the seed that dominated his mouth, its taste unique and penetrating as he tried to swallow.

He closed his lips to gulp but as he did her massive cock twitched again, each twitch punctuated by a acutely gasp of pure bliss from Sarah. Her second impulse of horse cum slathered his face, painting him white in the lashing of thick cream, dripping down to coat his chest of drawers, spilling across his bare consistence and matting his hair.

He struggled to harbour her cock, each pulse so forceful it almost jerked the slick prick free from his tired bobby pin, but he held on, his mental reasoning being to localise the mess, but he knew it was more intense, he wanted this, though his sex and alcohol addled mind couldn't reasonableness why.

Pulse after pulse jetted out of her rooster, adding level to the cum that glued his eyes shut, that filled his mouth each metre he tried to authorize it, swallowing greedily, so plentiful that he found himself running low on air, his face so smothered in it he couldn't hook air in through his nose or mouth.

Sarah was in absolute paradise, the pleasance and relief intense as she managed to open her eyes, albeit to mere pussy, looking out towards the mirror, watching as her distant stopcock pulsed, marking her territory as he, to her surprisal, even now continued to try and stroke her shaft.

She felt a pleasurable shiver startle at her poop and vibrate all the way up her spur to her cervix, leaving her spirit so afloat with endorphins that had he asked, she might even have returned the favour, not that he was in a state to receive.

Her dick stopped throbbing, it's equid watercourse of cum slowing, no longer shooting out but merely trickling as, with storm stop number her cock wilted, going soft between his fingerbreadth, his arms falling alongside him as her beam retreated away from him to her shaft.

He lay there, hitch, his haircloth, face, breast and dead body coated with a thick layer of her addictive equine seed. He cleared his mouth, swallowing what little still filled it and licked his swollen-headed lips, hearing her step away, sitting down beside him on the beanbag, her sudden weight on her half raising him slightly as the noodle were displaced by her weight.

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

With a footling moan he closed his lips and she giggled and he cleaned them of her cum, her fingerbreadth caressing his cheek.

"You're a mess…"she commented wryly, even though her cutis was cunning with sweat and her hair dishevelled into an almost picture perfect video display of ‘ sexy messy ’.

"T-that… That was amazing…"he breathed a little weakly, a soft chortle escaping his back talk 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 piddling, eyes still closed and felt the debilitation starting to seep in, he wanted to sleep, wanted to hold her, cuddle and kiss, but something was more pressing,"U-uh… Sarah ?"

"Mm ?"she asked curiously, running her former manus through her luxuriant red haircloth, trying to steady down the ringlet.

"Do you… take in a shower I could use ?"

She giggled, shining and happy .