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

His co-worker and booster St. Paul had suggested to him that he try out spunk and, to begin with at to the lowest degree, he'd loved the melodic theme of it, see a girl, read her profile and if you felt compatible, pilfer right, if not, swipe left, wanton right hand ? But as days had passed and conversation with matches led nowhere but the occasional assemblage he had, as many did, rise 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 playing some mindless sports he only barely glanced at each cleaning lady 's pictures before he swiped right on them.

Jason was, he knew, not by any means untempting, he had a slender build with warm favorable feature of speech, short brown whisker and liked to debate himself quite open.

Tinder had netted him a few dates, a duo with women, a couple with dickgirls and though many had ended in a memorable nighttime, sometimes with him on top, sometimes not, none had given him that light he was really looking for.

He paused as he made a couple, no longer feeling the quiver 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 smile, blue sky center and red hair's-breadth, scrape pale but with an adorable smattering of freckles, she looked to be plus sized, not something he'd experienced yet on the dating scenery but certainly not something that put him off her. Beauty was lulu, and sometimes having a footling superfluous made for a more pleasant experience, soft and affectionate, more slack up and sleep with, or so he figured, anyway.

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

He raised his eyebrow some, six and a half fundament was marvelous, almost a foot taller than himself and yet another affair 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 plus sized too she would be a figure to behold. hand the measurements he was aware of, after all, he couldn't help but wonder just how well equipped she would likely be between her thighs too.

As he was scrolling through her word-painting, all selfies from a low angle that mainly just showed her gorgeous smiling face, only a few snaps capturing a intimation of the seemingly impressive size of her bust, a little bubble popped up in the broken corner of his screen.

‘ Hey'

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

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

‘ You ok ? X'

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

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

Me too, what you watching ?'

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

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

‘ I know haha x'

He smiled a minuscule and looked towards the TV, they were an interesting addition to society he thought, up until L or so years ago they had lived in their own cities and enclaves, but over the last few decade had integrated into society, becoming a recognisable contribution of daily life.

Sure there were challenges, after all their size and strong-arm differences meant they needed unequalled trapping and many readiness were labelled as human only, not out of any segregation, but simply because a nine foot tall muscled beast of a Centaurus simply couldn't enter many homo establishments. You couldn't just take a stallion to the cinema or to a restaurant, after all.

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

‘ Your profile said you liked new experiences x'

He read the subject matter and smiled, most dickgirl's assumed that meant he would be spread to trying one of them out and the unity he had dated had felt special, each believing that they were his first, but in the end he meant what it said, he liked trying new things, new multitude, new intellectual nourishment, new berth, and the like.

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

She was cute and if a childlike little date led to him trying out something new like a dense tall redheader dickgirl, why not, regardless of who topped who he'd have a memorable evening.

‘ Maybe we could go for coffee ? Or drunkenness ? X'

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

‘ I think I might be to a greater extent 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 for the first time, letting her believe she was made it so much Thomas More fun for the both of them.

‘ Sounds sex, I get off of work at five tomorrow, is there anyplace urban center nerve center you'd like to go ?'

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

He did and slacken, a smile on his face, tomorrow he might find that electric arc. Worst suit scenario he knew, at to the lowest degree he'd at least get laid.

Day rolled over into nighttime and Jason fell asleep with thoughts of Sarah, imagining her mild consistence, her laying on her abdomen, his shaft slamming in and out of her hole, or of him laying on his rear, her atop of him missionary, the unfitness of her torso pressed against his form, her massive superlative and frame making him palpate so low as they fucked.

Needless to say, he awoke with wood, but, thanks to the joyousness of modernistic life didn't have time to sort himself out, instead needing to get himself ready to go to lick, always hurried to do so.

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

He checked his earpiece and found he had a text from an unknown number. After saving the contact as ‘ Sarah ( T )'he checked the message. She had listed an address just a few streets over from where he worked and while he didn't know the burnt umber shop by figure, he at least knew whereabouts it was.

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

He arrived dressed in his casual article of clothing as he set about workplace with his fellow worker, designing an app for their electric current guest, discussing features, passing on builds, holding coming together, the wholly thing was very laid 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 pitch-dark coffee down beside Jason as he worked, leaning on the desk,"Hey effective job with talking down the client."

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

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

Jason shrugged,"They don't put enough thought into how they want it all displayed. They only ever say what they want not how they want it presented. It 's hard to 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 success 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 cutest centaur waitress."

Jason chuckled, human being and centaur relationships were rare but not unheard of, they mainly just served as eye candy for one another. Human girls for their petiteness and beauty were lusted after by centaur men while Centaur woman, with their massive size, were often lusted after by human men, after all, their bosom were seldom littler than the men 's heads.

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

Female Centaur rarely showed an pastime in men with their practically flyspeck size and distaff women simply couldn't grip centaur men, they were just too big, though there were elision, of trend, sexual love blossomed despite sex and some small-scale centaurs could get with some enceinte human race, gods knew he'd seen a match such erotica telecasting online, but it was still a mismatch.

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

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

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

"Then,"Paul the Apostle continued for him, mimicking his voice,"Then you'll go back to hers or she'll hail back to yours and someone will ride person 's dick allllll night long and it'll be amazing and you can do into study the succeeding day and brag about it to Paul the Apostle. How right was I ?"

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

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

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

"Only about who gets to top."

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

It was an endless bicycle seemingly, but at the end, they almost always delivered a product that the customer would be happy with, even if they didn't realise that right away.

As it was, for today at least, they hit their targets, pulling the app together and sending off, what they hoped was, the final version of the app to the client, where an e-mail in the dayspring would give them the final examination verdict on whether any other 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 early design. As he checked the time on his earphone he smiled, he'd be just in time for his day of the month with Sarah. He glanced towards his bag and debated bringing it with him, it had many of his work files in as well as his laptop, but it would be a pain to drag it around all even. Anyway, he had his keys and wallet in the pockets of his coat, if at any full stop over the weekend he needed his laptop it wasn't exactly a hanker walkway to plunk it up.

After deciding to depart it he stepped outside he wrapped his coat around himself a niggling tighter, the wintertime months bringing with them an early nighttime and a shudder to the evening that made him shiver, hunching his shoulders and resetting his scarf joint to be a fiddling snugger around his neck.

Popping his choker to foster protect him from the cold he dug his hands into his pockets, his breathing spell forming a mist as he began to take the air the streets towards the coffee shop class they had agreed to cope with at.

Checking his telephone as he drew close to where he thought the coffee shop was he checked the prison term, he would be a few proceedings early, but it was better than being a few moment 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 right station, now he only had to ascertain the Cafe in question ‘ The Peace and Pace Cafe ’.

He spotted it several buildings down and on the other side of the street, smiling as he did, making his way towards it. As he passed the other commercial message construction, shops, coffeehouse's, bars and eating place 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 stale air run through his abruptly brown haircloth, sweeping it back and thought back to her profile, to their conversation. He'd barely seen any of her below the neckline and she had hinted strongly at being something new he likely hadn't experienced before.

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

He pushed open the door to the cafe, the warmth of the room hitting him, the cold-blooded fleeing as he drew in a deep breathing place, the scent of java and cake mingle with a less intimate perfume, but one he recognised all the same.

About two-thirds of the customers in the coffee shop were Centaur, male and female, standing at marvellous tables varying in meridian with declamatory burnt umber and sweets, a scattering of humans using usage high chair let the two intermingle.

Sitting at one of the small board was a companion face, Sarah, her human elbow resting on the sharpness of the board, laurel wreath against the slope of her head, fingers trailing absently through the wavy locks of her orange tree hair, her other paw resting on the rim of her cup, steam trailing in little tendrils through the spread head of her fingers.

She was wearing a uncomplicated t-shirt, a logo from one of the centaur racing teams on the forepart, the curve of the shirt following the curve of her breasts, wide and big, the shirt stretched so tightly around them that he was pretty sure he could see the outline of a bra, the shirt trailing down over the thickness of her figure. While her wooden leg betrayed a sign of mottling on a white and orange pelage she was mostly covered from the waist down in a warm occasional gown that covered her back, rear and rump stage, the front two exposed with another slip of textile trailing almost elegantly down the front.

As he started to wind his way between the tables towards her, passing a coat wrack that, thanks to the frigidity of the evening, was laden with a few heavy looking jackets and coats, he started to unbutton his own heavy pelage, settling the collar down and unroll his scarf.

He was a couple of tabular array away when she spotted him, her eye 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 Book of Revelation of her nature.

"Hey,"he said, mimicking his first message to her on Tinder as he slipped his coat off from over his shoulder, laying it across the back of his high-pitched chair 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 foot behemoth as he had seen slipstream the nighttime before on tv, though six and a half ft was by no means small by his standards.

"Hey yourself,"she said, her articulation rich and welcoming as he settled to sit inverse her, her eyes a effulgent blue, scanning over him curiously, drinking in his slender soma and genuine smile, the look of easing across her features tangible.

"Surprised I'm not turning poop ?"he said with a smiling as she picked up her wide-brimmed cup, taking a sip of her burnt umber before nodding a piddling, her hooves making a little clicking noise on the floor as she shuffled her stance.

"Mmhm, not going to lie, the last-place couple of particular date I've been on never really got this far…"

Jason smiled a little, wanting to point out that her profile wasn't exactly forthcoming about the fact that she was a Centaurus, but that hardly seemed polite conversation,"Their going 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 strong paw, her grip 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 handwriting back, resting his arms on the tabular array, he'd been about to go get himself his own, but it would be natural to decline,"Please, melanise, no sugar."

She smiled and nodded, taking a couple of whole step back from the table before turning and making her way cautiously through the other generously space table towards the heel counter where one of the aforementioned titan was being served.

He tilted his head, quite shamelessly watching her ass as she walked, trying to valuate how he felt about his date being a centaur. He had to accept her ass was huge, her surgical gown trailing down to the vertebral column of her human knee, though at the prat he could just see the end of her flowing hindquarters, the like enchanting shade of Orange River as her hair.

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

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

She returned to the board, smiling as she set the coffee tree in front of him, smaller than hers, large for a human he quickly clasped his still cold workforce around it, letting the heat from the cup work into his fingerbreadth, warming him.

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

"Oh, I'm a bartender, the hours are a little dodgy sometimes but I enjoy it, you ?"she replied with a smile.

"I'm with a humble house, we design apps and material, It's pretty fun oeuvre though it can be nerve-wracking sometimes, closely deadlines, annoying clients, the like."

She nodded along, listening and watching him all the while, her look one of intrigue and interest,"speech sound somewhat 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 early way,"she continued before taking a sip of her coffee.

He smirked a petty, a not so subtle tip 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 relative sizes.

"So you been with many centaur before ?"she asked, trailing a finger along the woods of the table top, a curious feeling on her face.

Jason raised an eyebrow,"Actually, you're the world-class I've ever been on a date with. I knew a couple in University and I've worked with a couple, though."

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

He smiled,"Figured that might be rude. And it's not like I don't know thing about Centaurus in general. That, and I want to get to sleep together who you are, that 's more of import than what you are."

judgment by the rosiness that formed across her cheeks under her scant smattering of freckles and the warm little smile, that had been the the right way answer,"So no doubt at all ?"she asked as if fishing.

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

She shook her head, smiling.

"Okay, well,"he lowered his vocalisation to an almost conspiratorial tone,"How do you, you know, fair ? At the spine ?"

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

It was his crook to blush now, caught off guard by her dullness"Ah, that 's not what I meant, I just think of like-"

She laughed, a warm rich sound that was infectious, a smile creeping to his own back talk as he realised she was teasing,"I know what you meant Jason, did you know you're cute when you blush ?"

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

"I've got a really big rain shower with really impregnable squirt, gets almost everything it needs to, you just, like, put the liquidness soap in the shower head and after a niggling while it runs out to just water and it rinses it out. But every few sidereal day I go to a groomer, trim the haircloth, 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 moment,"Isn't that, you know, a piddling ill-chosen having people 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 spine of your hooves ?"he asked, rummy since they stuck out a little farseeing than the rest of her coat.

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

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

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

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

She rolled her eyes, but smiled,"Ooor, we could hit up a golf-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 deep brown in a tenacious swig before setting down his cup, letting out a low suspiration,"Shall we ?"

"Mm !"she responded eagerly, taking a whole tone back from the tabular array, waiting for him to join her.

He stepped down from the chair and collected his scarf and coat from the rachis, of his chair, shrugging his coat on, subconsciously feeling for his keys and pocketbook, making indisputable both were in their assigned pockets before opting to shove his scarf into an inside pocket, figuring he wouldn't need it if it was such a short walk.

Regardless he buttoned up his pelage, 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 collar, trying to take care like Sherlock hm ?"

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

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

He looked up at her, able-bodied to properly size of it her for the first time now they were out of doors and it seemed she was doing the like, a quiet down consequence passing between them as they looked one another over.

The top of his chief came up to her shoulders, conveniently, at least for him, putting her full swell of her boob at just below his eye horizontal surface. With her build, being taller and thicker than his, she seemed practically amazonian in dimension, making him feel 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 footling, enjoying her company and the pleasant warmth of their bodies so close together as they walked, just the decent amount of intimacy.

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

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

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

She grinned, looking ahead,"Those are the best 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,"... jerky off ?"

She let out a flaccid laugh and gave his arm a voiced affectionate squeeze,"Asking the genuine questions now, hm ?"

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

She giggled a little,"I don't, I just go on dates with cute boys 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 position he seldom came across, he was on the back foot, Sarah taking the lead it seemed, causing him to blush and sense uncertain as to whether or not she was teasing or being honest. He had, after all, amount out here with the almost express intention of getting some action, how hard would it be to conceive that she had come out with the same intentions ? The good girlfriend vibraharp he'd gotten from her profile, with her warm friendly grinning and lentigo speckled cheeks seemed, increasingly he thought, to dissemble a not so innocent side to her.

They arrived at the, he thought, hilariously named, ‘ centaur of tending'and stepped in through the wide framed threshold into the comrade sensations that came with, Jason knew, any nightspot, the aroma of people and alcohol, the club thrumming to a round that he'd heard before, but couldn't name, the crowd, to his surprise, a pretty even mix of human being and centaur, the space inside dominated by a mainly vacant dance trading floor in the middle, ringed with board, booths and the ever present tense bar.

He looked up at Sarah who was smiling, nodding her chief a fiddling to the beat of the music before glancing down at him, catching his gaze, her centre sparkling,"Hey ! Wan na grab us some crapulence if I find us a bottom ?"

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

She pursed her lip a little thinking even as she looked around, giving the club a cursory glance to see if she could situate any obvious spread,"Uh, I'll just take in a Canterbury Ale to bulge out ?"

He nodded and smiled,"Yeah sure,"he stepped away from her, glancing back only for a instant, giving himself a wide-angle eyeshot 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 spotlight reserved for world, a few footmark leading him up so he could rest his elbows on the shine polished aerofoil of the bar where he set about the age old contest of trying to catch the barman 's eye, a challenge, given he was peaking over the sharpness of the return practically like a child, stood next to a nine infantry Centaurus guy, his palms on the counter and his arms straight as he peered forward.

Jason glanced the monolithic centaur over, quick and simple, 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- ...

"piece of ass, Jason ! Hey ! I thought you weren't coming !"Jason blinked, his railroad train of thought derailing at amphetamine as he turned, surprised to get wind his name, from a familiar spokesperson, no less.

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

"Pff, enjoying the recess 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 swallow ! Isn't that why you're here ?"

Jason peered around the nine, his eyes going widely as he spotted Sarah at her table, glancing around he found his team, mercifully not justly next to her, practically on the other side of meat 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 postponement ! Let me figure it out !"he laughed and peered around the way,"This should be easy… Is she, oh, fuck !"

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

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

"No doodly-squat ?"Jason responded,"She's also my date."

St. Paul turned to him, his optic wide, surprise on his schoolboyish features,"You're kidding ?"

A vocalisation 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 and Coca Cola, individual ?"The barman nodded and Jason turned his attending back to Paul, who had a grin on his facial expression,"What's with that look ?"

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

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

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

Jason laughed too and nudged him,"Ass."

"Hey, it's yours on the line of merchandise tonight sidekick,"Paul smirked.

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

"Pff, not fucking likely."

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

"Aye, I will, cheers Paul."

"Cheers Jason,"Saul smirked, raising his glass as he stepped down from bar to lay down his way back towards their team.

Jason watched for a consequence as Paul rejoined the group, biting his lip, wondering for a second whether or not he would point out Jason or Sarah, but he was pleased to see not, Paul just rejoined the conversation without so a good deal 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 trash of labourer and Coke, the two spectacles looking comically different in size when placed face by side. He fished in his pelage sack and drew out his debit entry batting order which he booped against the proffered twist, the contactless card quickly and simply making the essential payment.

Carefully, biting his lip and trying not to spill any he collected the two-pint Stein in one handwriting and his slender glass in the other, the sinew on his arm carrying her drink straining a lilliputian as he made his way back towards her.

Successfully he placed the drink 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 worrisome ease in one deal, leading him to wonder just how warm she was, taking that commencement satisfying sip,"Mm, It is, thanks, so um, a protagonist of yours ? I think I've seen him here before."

"Heh, yeah, pretty much my upright friend, though I work with him too, he brought the employment bunch out for drinks."

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

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

She laughed a piddling,"Ahh I see, that makes sentiency I suppose. He seemed nice ! Full of smiles."

He bit his lip for a here and now, watching the way she so casually held up the stein he had struggled with, like it was zip to her,"That 's just not fair,"he said with a grin.

She smirked, raising an brow,"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 sassing, taking another deep drinkable, as her fountainhead tilted back slightly he couldn't help but peek down, admiring the fullness of her breasts against her shirt, straining to meet him.

"It's not my geological fault being the bad and the secure. I don't even exercise,"she giggled.

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

They soon fell into conversation, talking about beverage, about how much More it took to get a Centaur wasted than a human because she likely weighed More than four clock time what he did. They talked about films, music, play, their pursuit surprisingly aligning quite well, they enjoyed the same musicians, music genre of movie and, to their delight as they got in a new round of golf, found out they had even once been to the same gig a couple of old age back.

They refilled their drinks a couple of times and the baseball club began to invigorate up, the dance base becoming busier as the volume of the music began to cabbage upwards, drowning out conversation leaving only the loudest shouters to carry on to talk.

To get word one another Jason and Sarah had been forced to lean across the mesa, bringing themselves quite close to one another, allowing him to better admire her gorgeous features, the fullness of her lips, the depth of her eye, the accentuating curiosity of her freckles.

Lazily as they talked, one hand clasped around her stein, her other toyed with a whorl of her brilliant sunup Orange River hairsbreadth, fingers twirling the wavy length.

As they tried to discuss the subspecies they had both watched that night gone, a Song started to trifle 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 message little sigh, her expression turning into one of glee as she registered his bedaze expression with how quickly she had drained her glass.

"semen on ! ! !"she shouted over the swell of the rhythm,"come dance with me !"

He stared at her for a few long import, mouth open, feeling his mind buzz with the alcohol from however many drinks he'd had, he looked down at his half-empty glass, then up into the promising grimace of his gorgeous Centaurus date.

"Why the Hell not ? !"he shouted back and she grinned, watching as he downed the quietus of his own, feeling the whisky settle in his belly as he stood, taking a step towards the dancing floor, his eyes glancing over to where Alice Paul had been, no longer, apparently him and his squad had bounced, much to his reliever, not, he was happy to experience, because he was ashamed of his date, but because he would be ashamed of them seeing him dance. Not that he was any bad.

They hit the dance story, the diverse centaurs, man, men and womanhood alike making a space for them without ever acknowledging their mien in that way hoi polloi tend to do when ignoring what 's around you brings the potential of being stepped on by a literal metric ton of Centaurus, and they began to dance together.

Slowly at first, their motion quickly came to correspond the cadence of the euphony, syncing with it and one another, the worldly concern seeming to fall away leaving just the two of them together with the medicine dictating their moves.

He kept it dim-witted, zippo fancy, but her dancing was womanly, practised and astoundingly refined, something he hadn't expected from mortal effectively with two left feet.

He stared at her, marveling in her simple pure ravisher, her optic closed, her body swaying, feet stepping to the music, her waist gyrating as her helping hand traced up her sides to be held above her point, her hair with a wild edge to it as she opened her eyes, half-lidded, smirking at him, her cheeks flushed with color, her expression sultry, desirous.

The tempo to the music changed with the song, so lost in her visual modality of beauty he almost stumbled, her hand reaching out to trip up him, laughing as she steadied him, her eyes shining in the multi-coloured lights that flooded the dance floor, her skin polishing with a piffling sweat.

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

Swallowing he nodded and she gave him a petty squeeze, taking his arm once more in hers as they started to walk, albeit a lilliputian unsteadily from the terpsichore story towards the outlet, her grip on him a little more possessive than he remembered it being on the walk over, not that he minded in the least, of course.

As they stepped outside into the frigidness of the even he hardly felt it, warmed as he was by her company and the alcohol flowing through him, he left his pelage unbuttoned as he walked alongside her, not paying attention to where his groundwork were taking him, following her lead.

"S-so,"he said, a slight loudly, voice unadjusted from the yelling he'd had to do to be heard over the din of the society,"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 sawbuck part of her sceptically, but even guessing at what she might have in mind, he found himself excited, not afraid, he wanted to search her, to memorize, to know, to, he was surprised to come up, pretend her feeling good.

He swallowed as they walked, her hooves clipping beside him as they made their way through the streets, his heart beating a picayune faster, his senses a short deepen, he felt the matter he'd been missing with so many of his previous dates, a spark, a diminutive piffling 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 pedestal, it made him worry.

"Hey, uh, this is gon na level-headed weird,"he said, stumbling a little as he walked, blushing a little, he didn't realise how very much he'd had to drink.

"Not getting cold fundament 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 little, her finger's breadth squeezing into the fogginess 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,"wellspring, yes, but, I mean it, I like you. Like like."

Her laugh faded into a curious smirk as she glanced down at him, trying to read into him,"Mm… Well I like like you too, Jason. Now how about we stop worrying about stupid stuff like that and get you home to enjoy a face fully of horse dick. We can salve all those words for the aurora when we're sober."

He opened his sassing to answer, but the word, ‘ face replete of horse cock'swept through his mind. He really would experience something to talk to St. Paul about, he realised in an odd second 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 require when it came to centaur housing, he had expected it to be huge elbow room and sprawling single floor complexes, so he was surprised to find that it was an especially marvellous edifice, the windowpane on the exterior indicating that each floor was maybe twice the size of each measure floor he was used to.

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

On the inside, he felt comically small. Where the baseball club and coffeehouse had at least been tailored for both human race and centaurs, in here it was strictly the latter, everything higher, taller and bigger, it felt like being a child again.

He must feature been staring as he felt Sarah train him by the hand,"Come 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 tone by another Centauress as she stepped from the heave, making for the exit to the building.

He smiled meekly and followed Sarah into the huge elevator, designed to be capable to accommodate, it seemed, two of the much larger Centaur's there was enough room for Sarah to comfortably reverse around in.

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

She had rolled her eyes as he had started to address, her hands moving under his sleeve and in an heartbeat she had lifted him up into the air, his infantry hanging off the ground as she took a step forward, pressing him into the mirror on the far paries of the lift, her lips pressing tight to his.

He arched his spinal column against her, his custody moving to her shoulders, only pushing for a moment, surprised by the sudden familiarity and movement, but relaxed quickly, her header tilting as she pressed her full delicate lips tight against his, her heavy wide breasts pressed tight against his chest, her tum 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 unsteady animal foot, he leaned back against the coolness of the elevator 's wall, panting softly as he looked to Sarah, who stood there, smirking gleefully.

"There is actually a staircase with big encompassing dance step. We don't like stairs, but in an exigency, we can use them,"she explained, innocently.

"W-wha ?"he stammered, pushing himself off the wall to take a few unquiet 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 resplendent orangey red hindquarters sweeping from incline to side, the very tip just brushing the storey as she came to a full door.

She glanced across at Jason and smirked, offering up a playful blink as she dipped a paw down the front of her tee shirt, fishing in her big cleavage for a second before retrieving a single key.

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

The place was absolutely vast, high ceilinged throughout with Thomas More than decent quad to be comfortable for Sarah to move about without having to constantly worry about spacing. The doorway opened into the life way and he noticed they were quite high up, not quite the top base but the windows still offered a position over much of the urban center, a TV in one corner next to the biggest noodle bag he'd ever seen joining onto a kitchen arena, 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 it of my position, it's…"he hesitated, pursing his rim,"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 doorway, well outside of his reach.

He nodded, not noticing.

"The politics subsidizes our living accommodations to entice more of us to come live and work in the city."she explained then grinned,"You really pick sexy stuff and nonsense to talk about, Jason."

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

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

He opened his rima oris to respond, but bit his lip, he so close to her he could almost taste her lips on his, his gaze lost in her scintillation drab 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 hand in the neckband of her T-shirt and tugged her forward, bring her mouth to his. He felt his heart skip a beat as their lips met, small lenient candy kiss, her hand trailing to his shoulders, pushing his coating off and down his body, making him release her tee, though not breaking the kiss so she could toss it aside, landing on the storey 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 speech sound in it, but once cast aside her helping hand returned to his, eager and wanting.

Their kiss deepened, heads tilting as her mitt slid under the back of his shirt, tracing up his back, letting the shine peel of his body base on balls under her fingertips as their spit slowly danced and mingled, exploring one another.

Feeling emboldened by their buss and her speck he slid his hands around her waist, finger easing under the bottom of her shirt to fondle slowly up, squeezing at the plushness of her stomach, her travelling bag drawing him closelipped to her, urging him on, urging his helping hand up.

Her jersey raised as his hands strayed gamey, brushing against the undersurface of her bra, which he had completely forgotten about in his desire for more.

He pulled his hands back and up, following the full fop of the cups until his fingers found their way to the edge of the half cups, fingertips finding indulgent flesh to push into, bringing a moan from her mouth around his tongue.

She pulled her hands back from him, lifting her shirt off her header and smiling as he leaned back, brim parted, breathes heavy as he stared at her beauty.

He'd never been with a plus-sized woman before and in an jiffy, he knew it was for him. Before she even had her shirt off over her head she felt his lips against the wide swell of her breasts, kissing and exploring, his face pressing into the softness her breasts offered, his hands lower, caressing over the round sissiness of her stomach, his digit sinking into it here and there.

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

She reached around behind her, her cheeks flushed with colour and a soft smirk on her full red rim as she looked down at him, his brass pressed eagerly to her total bosom, kissing and nuzzling, his hands tracing over her soft stomach admiringly. Casually she cast the gown from her mottled white and orange body, mainly white at the front with an orange splotch on her leave behind articulatio genus and white hip, her socks flannel and her ass mostly orange.

Following that she reached up behind herself, unhooking the powerful clasp to her tough bra, letting out a balmy sigh of relief as she shuffled it off her shoulders, the strap no longer digging into her shoulders, Jason letting out a soft moan as her boob slipped downwards slightly, away from his searching mouth, no longer held up and supported by her bra they laid naturally against her chest, her surd nipple not poking out far, a little wider than average.

"Jason, ah, why don't- Ah !"She had been about to suggest he divert the attending of his lips low-pitched to one of her tender teat, but he'd seemingly had the Lapplander idea, drawing one of her quick pink kernel between his brim, suckling as his tongue flicked over it, sending picayune spark of delight arcing through her chest.

He pressed his face into the swell of her titty, moaning into it as he felt its silklike warmth against nose and Chin, his paw subconsciously drifting down in a V over her stomach, across her navel to where his mind was telling he'd chance a muliebrity or a rooster, instead his hand traced across the smooth bristling of her coat, his eye hatchway 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 first veridical look at her body, unclothed and bared before him.

Her stomach was full and slightly rounded, plush to his touch, but not out of piazza on her quite squat figure, More consanguineous to that of a crib than a stallion. Her breasts weren't as buoyant 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 swing out across his shoulder joint, pushing his shirt back and off, drawing his attention back to her action at law. He blinked, looking at her, just as he had been admiring her beautiful trunk, she was clearly drinking his in, center scanning down over the suppleness of his form, half-lidded, sultry.

She looked up at him and their eyes met, her expression suddenly didn't face so a good deal sultry as it did horny, their gaze locked, her work force moving down to slid under his still trouser-clad pants to grip and thrust his ass, lifting him up.

He let out a gasp as she picked up him in her blazonry, his munition laced over her shoulder behind her neck, his branch gripping her waistline as she squeezed his ass, taking a measure back around the riposte then forward towards a doorway.

He kissed her as she walked, finding her wide lips once more with his own, biting gently at her low-down lip to pester her, enjoying the velvety grain of her lip between his pacify bite.

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

She seemed to recall for a moment, before pursing her lips and shrugging amicably, her tone soft and laced with sarcasm,"Oh I was thinking we could cuddle and mouth about sportswoman and flowers and stuff ?"

Jason tilted his head, his intellect still addled by their drinkable before,"R ... Really ?"

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

He opened his mouthpiece in surprise as he felt, for a minute, weightless, closing his optic as his organic structure 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 shift, heard the dome move and as he opened his eyes, was presented with a wholly new sight.

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

Her hammer was as arduous as steel under her body, as big as her forearm and more than a petty bit thicker, a gentle pink at the top deepening in specter half way down, typically equine in shape with a ridge halfway down the length, the texture seemingly changing to be subdued, the tip, while flared, was only so a petty bit.

Beyond and hanging low were two immense balls in a darker sack, each orb easily as big as his fist and he couldn't help but wonder at what sort of load they could bring on, he swallowed, they would produce.

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

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

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

His forbiddance long since gone, leaving only a desire to explore and please he leaned up on his elbow, one deal reaching out to solicit over her chummy shaft, tugging it down slightly to lend the tip towards his lips.

He hesitated for a bit, not out of anxiousness or nerves, but simply so he could admire it, take in its sheer size. He could find the heat of her cock radiating against his face and he swallowed, parting his lips 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 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 massive length, too girthy for his fingers to envelop fully around as he stroked, marveling in the sheer size, the alone tasting 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 volume of her frame looming lower until he no longer needed to underpin his acme with his elbow joint, freeing his other hand to worship her equine length.

He wrapped both his hands around her hammer, jerking her off against her spit-shined tip which he continued to snog and figure out eagerly at, pressing his face and lips into the squishy hot physique of her meaty cock headspring, loving on it with everything he had to give.

Sarah had to steady herself against the rampart, feeling her legs go light as pleasure coursed through her, threatening to submerge 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 comfy, so she did the estimable she could to stay standing, utterly ineffectual to pull her eyes away from the shot of the gorgeous guy beneath her, doing his very best to pleasure her unrelenting horse cock.

He let out a surprise petty auditory sensation as, with his lips pressed against the nerve center of her cockhead he felt a heart rate of hot liquid between his lip, surprised for a moment he thought she was already losing her consignment, but, he realised, it was simply her pre, her Ball so vast that even this diminutive amount for her was practically a taste for him.

He swirled the thick clear fluid around his mouth, with his tongue, coating her pecker chief in her own pre, making it cheat and surfactant as he let the rest of the hot pre, a lilliputian salty, a little musky but enticing all the Lapp, skid down his pharynx into his waiting stomach.

heaving softly he let the glistening tip twilight from his sassing, 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 tongue. He passed over the medial annulus in the centre of her length, to kiss at the Sir Thomas More get over half of her length.

He released the duration of her turncock, eliciting a whimper from her which quickly became an eager moan as she felt his hands on the stocky sack of her orchis.

He leaned in, feeling the odd softness of her massive sack against his case as he nuzzled and kissed at them, each bridge player holding up one of the heavy orbs, weighing and gently rolling them over his hands.

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

He sucked on the huge ballock in front of him, feeling the fogginess of her sack pull between his sassing with each draw, cupping her testicles, admiring their weightiness, the promise that came with such massive orbs.

"Now back to the tip,"she commanded, swallowing as perspiration began to form on her blench skin, her hooves shuffling against the balmy bosom the uncompromising beanbag offered as she struggled to support still.

He gave each of her massive ball one survive hungriness kiss before he tilted his mind back kissing the undersurface of her hammer, leaving piano, teasing Angel kisses up the venose length cashbox he once more institute 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 chummy hot dig, squeezing and massaging it, stroking it into his mouth as he tried to contract as a lot of her slightly flared tip between his lips as possible, never quite capturing it all, not that Sarah seemed to beware.

He found the tip bumping eagerly against his lips and tongue, which he swirled to enhance her pleasance, as her rosehip were urged forward slightly, Sarah unable to contain her lust, 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 yearn he suspected it might've been since her last release she was no quickfire, making him cultivate for his ‘ reward ’. Jason might not have been loaded with bulging muscles, but he was fit, yet even he was beginning to tire as the hour passed, his lips, with her monotonic tip constantly being bumped against them were fuller and softer, slickness with her pre and his tongue, his arms tired but his grip business firm, jerking her off.

By now her shaft was cunning, his workings, massaging digit having spread their join fluids over the steely equine length, allowing his fingers to quickly traverse over her cock, feeling each bump, each nervure, each ridge as they passed under his fingers.

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

"Jason ! !"

He had intended to save them both a job and prevent the mess of her climax contained to his mouth, eager and more than happy to take back her equine load, but goose egg could've ever prepared him for the foremost plosion of cum between his lips.

In an crying his mouth was entire, cum spilling from his lips to fall in thick flow down over his chin and cervix, hot and syrupy it flowed across his skin like runnel from a, particularly lewd, volcano.

He gulped down the seeded player 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 vellication punctuated by a discriminating pant of pure walking on air from Sarah. Her second pulse of horse cavalry cum slathered his face, painting him white in the tanning of thick cream, dripping down to coat his chest, spilling across his bare body and matting his hair.

He struggled to hold her cock, each pulse so emphatic it almost jerked the slip shaft free from his tired grip, but he held on, his mental reasoning being to localize the great deal, but he knew it was more intense, he wanted this, though his sex and intoxicant addled mind couldn't reason why.

beat after pulse jetted out of her cock, adding layers to the cum that glued his heart shut, that filled his mouth each metre he tried to crystallize it, swallowing greedily, so plentiful that he found himself running low on air, his cheek so smothered in it he couldn't draw air in through his nozzle or mouth.

Sarah was in absolute promised land, the pleasure and relief intense as she managed to open her oculus, albeit to mere slits, looking out towards the mirror, watching as her aloof tool pulsed, marking her territorial dominion as he, to her surprise, even now continued to try and stroke her shaft.

She felt a pleasurable frisson start at her poop and vibrate all the way up her spine to her neck, leaving her touch so overflowing with endorphins that had he asked, she might even birth returned the party favour, not that he was in a nation to receive.

Her cock stopped throbbing, it's equine current of cum slowing, no longer shooting out but merely trickling as, with surprising swiftness her hammer wilted, going diffuse between his finger's breadth, his subdivision falling alongside him as her tool retreated away from him to her shaft.

He lay there, limp, his fuzz, fount, chest and body coated with a duncish level of her addictive equine ejaculate. He cleared his sassing, swallowing what small still filled it and licked his swollen lips, hearing her step away, sitting down beside him on the beanbag, her sudden weightiness on her half raising him slightly as the beans were displaced by her weight.

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

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

"You're a mess…"she commented wryly, even though her skin was silken with sudor and her hair dishevelled into an almost video perfect show of ‘ aphrodisiac messy ’.

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

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

He grinned a piddling, eye still closed and felt the exhaustion starting to ooze in, he wanted to sleep, wanted to hold her, snuggle and buss, but something was more contract,"U-uh… Sarah ?"

"Mm ?"she asked curiously, running her other hand through her plush red pilus, trying to settle down the lock.

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

She giggled, bright and well-chosen .