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

His co-worker and friend Saint Paul had suggested to him that he try out punk and, to begin with at least, he'd loved the theme of it, see a girl, read her profile and if you felt compatible, swipe right, if not, swipe left, easy rightfield ? But as days had passed and conversation with matches led nowhere but the periodic hookup he had, as many did, grow to dislike the nature of the beast, no longer bothering to interpret their profiles 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 women 's pic before he swiped right on them.

Jason was, he knew, not by any substance unattractive, he had a slender build with lovesome well-disposed features, short brown tomentum and liked to view himself quite open.

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

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

The lady friend that popped up on his feed was cute, a bright attractive smile, wild blue yonder eyes and red hair, sputter pale but with an adorable smattering of freckles, she looked to be plus sized, not something he'd experienced yet on the dating aspect but certainly not something that put him off her. smasher was peach, and sometimes having a little additional made for a more pleasant experience, soft and warm, more relaxing and get it on, 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 infantry and a dickgirl.

He raised his brow some, six and a half foot was tall, almost a foot taller than himself and yet another thing 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. pass the measurements he was mindful of, after all, he couldn't help but wonder just how well equipped she would likely be between her thigh too.

As he was scrolling through her pictures, all selfies from a low angle that mainly just showed her gorgeous smiling boldness, only a few snaps capturing a lead of the seemingly telling size of her female chest, a fiddling bubble popped up in the bring down corner of his screen.

‘ Hey'

He opened it and was surprised to see it was the redheaded woodpecker whos pictures he'd been browsing through, Sarah.

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

‘ You ok ? X'

He smiled, a female child who jumped straight to leaving x's on their substance were usually matter to, ‘ Yeah, just temperature reduction, wbu ?'

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

Me too, what you watching ?'

‘ Just the after public lecture from one of the centaur races x'

Jason glanced up at his screen door, a Centaurus, roughly nine foot tall and built like a armoured combat vehicle was grinning, speaking to a newsperson who was stood on a set of dance step holding a mike up to him, discussing his win, ‘ Me too lol, It's looney how fast they are.'

‘ I know haha x'

He smiled a little and looked towards the TV, they were an matter to accession to society he thought, up until fifty or so years ago they had lived in their own metropolis and enclaves, but over the last few decades had integrated into society, becoming a recognisable share of day-by-day life.

Sure there were challenges, after all their size and physical differences meant they needed unique housing and many facilities were labelled as human only, not out of any segregation, but simply because a nine metrical foot tall muscled creature of a centaur simply couldn't enter many man establishments. You couldn't just read a stallion to the movie theatre or to a restaurant, after all.

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

‘ Your visibility said you liked new experiences x'

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

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

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

‘ Maybe we could go for chocolate ? Or drinking ? X'

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

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

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

‘ Sounds exciting, I get off of work at five tomorrow, is there anyplace city centre you'd like to go ?'

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

He did and relaxed, a grinning on his look, tomorrow he might find that spark. Worst subject 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 soft soundbox, her laying on her tummy, his cock slamming in and out of her hole, or of him laying on his back, her atop of him missionary, the softness of her trunk pressed against his manikin, her massive meridian and frame of reference making him sense so small as they fucked.

Needless to say, he awoke with wood, but, thanks to the delight of forward-looking life didn't have time to sort 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 mouth as he picked up his bag and scarf on the way out the room access to get his short commute from his level to his office.

He checked his phone 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 deep brown shop by name, he at least knew whereabouts it was.

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

He arrived dressed in his casual habiliment as he set about work with his co-workers, designing an app for their current node, discussing feature article, passing on builds, holding get together, the whole thing was very lay back, though they conducted themselves seriously, taking pride in their work and in the succeeder of their small organisation.

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

"Eh it was nada,"Jason smirked, picking up the cup,"I just explained that if we were going to relieve oneself all the modification they wanted how practically it would be them. They saw our point of view rather quickly once they saw the numbers."

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

Jason shrugged,"They don't put enough thought into how they want it all displayed. They only ever say what they want not how they want it presented. It 's surd to get it on 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 winner for them."

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

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

Jason chuckled, human and centaur kinship were rare but not unheard of, they mainly just served as eye candy for one another. homo girls for their petiteness and beauty were lusted after by centaur men while centaur char, with their massive size of it, were often lusted after by human men, after all, their bosom were seldom small-scale than the men 's heads.

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

female centaurs rarely showed an interest in men with their practically diminutive size and female women simply couldn't handle centaur men, they were just too big, though there were exceptions, of form, love blossomed despite sex and some pocket-size Centaur could get with some larger man, idol knew he'd seen a couple such porn videos online, but it was still a mismatch.

"indirect request I could but I have a particular date,"he smirked.

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

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

"Then,"Paul continued for him, mimicking his vox,"Then you'll go back to hers or she'll occur back to yours and somebody will ride someone 's tool allllll nighttime long and it'll be amazing and you can total into work the next day and line-shooting about it to Saul of Tarsus. How veracious was I ?"

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

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

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

"Only about who gets to top."

Jason laughed and Paul shook his mind, smiling, returning to work as the two of them continued their effort on the app, passing human body to and fro from coders to graphics, 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 happy with, even if they didn't realise that compensate 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 translation of the app to the client, where an email in the morning would reach them the final examination verdict on whether any other change needed to be made.

But for now at least, there was solemnisation, the satisfaction that came with completing a project, as Paul had said the team was getting together for a round of drink at a bar, but Jason had other architectural plan. As he checked the time on his headphone he smiled, he'd be just in time for his particular date with Sarah. He glanced towards his bag and debated bringing it with him, it had many of his piece of work Indian file in as well as his laptop, but it would be a botheration to drag it around all evening. Anyway, he had his keys and wallet in the pockets of his coating, if at any stage over the weekend he needed his laptop it wasn't exactly a long walk to pluck it up.

After deciding to leave it he stepped outside he wrapped his coating around himself a little tighter, the wintertime month bringing with them an ahead of time nighttime and a chill to the eventide that made him shiver, hunching his shoulder joint and resetting his scarf joint to be a niggling snugger around his neck.

Popping his collar to further protect him from the cold he dug his hands into his pockets, his breathing spell forming a mist as he began to walk the streets towards the java shop they had agreed to meet at.

Checking his telephone as he drew close to where he thought the coffeehouse was he checked the time, he would be a few mo early, but it was better than being a few arcminute 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 place, now he only had to find the Cafe in question ‘ The ataraxis and Pace Cafe ’.

He spotted it respective 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 building, shops, cafe's, Browning automatic rifle and restaurants he noticed that many of them were centaur friendly, their doors taller and broader, the ceiling gamy to accommodate.

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

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

He pushed open the door to the cafe, the warmth of the room hitting him, the cold fleeing as he drew in a mysterious breath, the scent of chocolate and coat ruffle with a less companion scent, but one he recognised all the same.

About two-thirds of the client in the coffeehouse were Centaurus, Male and female, standing at tall board varying in height with large burnt umber and sweets, a strewing of human being using custom richly chairwoman let the two intermingle.

Sitting at one of the littler tables was a familiar expression, Sarah, her elbow resting on the edge of the board, palm against the slope of her read/write head, digit trailing absently through the wavy ringlet of her Orange hair, her other deal resting on the rim of her cup, steam trailing in small tendrils through the spread of her fingers.

She was wearing a simple tee shirt, a logo from one of the centaur racing squad on the front end, the breaking ball of the shirt following the curve of her breasts, full and outstanding, the shirt stretched so tightly around them that he was pretty certain he could see the outline of a bra, the shirt trailing down over the thickness of her bod. While her stage betrayed a foretoken of mottling on a White River and Orange coat she was mostly covered from the waist down in a warm casual gown that covered her back, rear and arse legs, the front two exposed with another slip of textile trailing almost elegantly down the front.

As he started to scent his way between the board towards her, passing a coat wheel that, thanks to the cold of the eve, was laden with a few heavy looking jackets and coat, he started to unbutton his own heavy coat, settling the collar down and unstrain his scarf.

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

"Hey,"he said, mimicking his 1st message to her on tinder as he slipped his pelage off from over his articulatio humeri, laying it across the back of his high death chair which he climbed up onto, a feat proving not to be too difficult given that she was certainly one of the humble Centaurus, no nine foot behemoth as he had seen race the Night before on tv, though six and a half foot was by no means lowly by his standards.

"Hey yourself,"she said, her representative rich and welcoming as he settled to sit opposite her, her eyes a radiant blue, scanning over him curiously, drinking in his slender descriptor and real smile, the look of relief across her features tangible.

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

"Mmhm, not going to lie, the live couple of 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 centaur, but that hardly seemed civil conversation,"Their loss I suppose. Jason."he said, holding out his hand to her, grinning a little.

She smirked playfully, her lips a adorable subtlety of red as she reached across, taking his handwriting in her own, practically warmer hand, her clench delicate despite the larger size of her manus,"Sarah, can I get you your initiatory coffee ?"

He tilted his head slightly as he pulled his handwriting back, resting his arms on the table, he'd been about to go get himself his own, but it would be rude to decline,"Please, blackened, no sugar."

She smiled and nodded, taking a brace of steps back from the table before turning and making her way cautiously through the early generously space tables towards the counter where one of the aforesaid behemoths was being served.

He tilted his head, quite shamelessly watching her ass as she walked, trying to assess how he felt about his day of the month being a centaur. He had to admit her butt was huge, her gown trailing down to the back of her knees, though at the rear he could just see the end of her flowing tail, the same enchanting tad of Orange River as her hair.

As he watched her, wondering just where the dark might conduce, he realised that he was in fact completely O.K. with her being a centaur, though it did bring to mind the merely early snippet of data he had gained from her profile. She was packing.

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

She returned to the mesa, smiling as she set the coffee in social movement of him, smaller than hers, tumid for a human he quickly clasped his still cold hand around it, letting the passion from the cup work into his fingers, warming him.

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

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

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

She nodded along, listening and watching him all the while, her look one of machination and interest,"phone pretty cool, you work near here ?"

"Just a few streets over,"he confirmed with a niggling 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 burnt umber.

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

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

Jason raised an supercilium,"Actually, you're the first I've ever been on a date with. I knew a couplet in University and I've worked with a twosome, though."

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

He smiled,"Figured that might be uncivil. And it's not like I don't know things about Centaur in oecumenical. That, and I want to get to get laid who you are, that 's to a greater extent of import than what you are."

judgement by the blush that formed across her cheeks under her get down smattering of freckle and the affectionate small smile, that had been the right reply,"So no inquiry at all ?"she asked as if fishing.

He took a sip of her coffee, maybe she just liked talking about Centaur stuff,"Well…"he rested his chin on the backbone of his hand, contemplating for a here and now,"You don't judgment ?"

She shook her head, smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

"I've got a really big rain shower with really strong jets, gets almost everything it needs to, you just, like, put the liquid state scoop in the shower caput and after a little while it runs out to just water and it rinses it out. But every few years I go to a groomer, trim the hairsbreadth, get my hooves done, that sort of affair,"she explained, delighted to see just how attentively Jason was listening.

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

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

"And those little tuft at the back of your hooves ?"he asked, peculiar since they stuck out a little foresightful than the rest period of her coat.

She smiled brightly, clearly felicitous he'd noticed such a small point,"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 rest hanging, curious.

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

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

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

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

"Mm !"she responded eagerly, taking a step back from the board, waiting for him to get together her.

He stepped down from the chairman and collected his scarf and coat from the back, of his chairperson, shrugging his coat on, subconsciously feeling for his keys and notecase, making sure both were in their attribute pockets before opting to stuff his scarf into an inside sac, figuring he wouldn't need it if it was such a short walk.

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

"You just calculate so cute popping your taking into custody, trying to take care like shamus hm ?"

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

"True,"Sarah smirked and followed him towards the entry of the coffee bar, pausing only briefly to retrieve her own weighty 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 start time now they were outside and it seemed she was doing the same, a quiet moment 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 full swell of her tit at just below his eye level. With her build, being taller and thicker than his, she seemed practically amazonian in proportionality, 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 little, enjoying her company and the pleasant warmth of their body so close together as they walked, just the right quantity of familiarity.

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

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

"... Even if it's a little 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,"cum on, out with it ?"

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

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

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

She giggled a lilliputian,"I don't, I just go on escort 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 animal foot, Sarah taking the lead it seemed, causing him to blush and finger uncertain as to whether or not she was teasing or being honest. He had, after all, make out out here with the almost express intention of getting some activity, how difficult would it be to consider that she had come out with the same intentions ? The good lady friend vibe he'd gotten from her visibility, with her ardent well-disposed smile and lentigo speckled cheek seemed, increasingly he thought, to dissemble a not so innocent side to her.

They arrived at the, he thought, hilariously named, ‘ Centaur of Attention'and stepped in through the full cast door into the associate sensations that came with, Jason knew, any club, the scents of people and alcohol, the ball club thrumming to a measure that he'd heard before, but couldn't name, the bunch, to his surprise, a pretty even mix of human and centaur, the place inside dominated by a mainly vacant terpsichore flooring in the middle, ringed with mesa, kiosk and the ever present bar.

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

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

She pursed her lip a little thinking even as she looked around, giving the club a cursory coup d'oeil to see if she could locate any obvious break,"Uh, I'll just let a Canterbury Ale to start ?"

He nodded and smiled,"Yeah sure,"he stepped away from her, glancing back only for a here and now, giving himself a wide-angle survey of her, strangely admiring of the equine physique under the nightdress draped over her.

He tore his eyes away from her, making his way towards the bar, finding one of the spots reserved for homo, a few footfall leading him up so he could stay his elbows on the smooth refined surface of the bar where he set about the age old contest of trying to watch the barman 's eye, a challenge, given he was peaking over the edge of the counter practically like a shaver, stood next to a nine base centaur guy, his palm tree on the return and his arms straight as he peered forward.

Jason glanced the massive centaur over, quick and simple, sizing him up. He furrowed his forehead a little glancing back to where Sarah was, making her way to a tabular array that was just being vacated. If she was a bottom, like he hoped, surely she would go for soul like this guy, not him.

However, if she was a top- ...

"Fuck, Jason ! Hey ! I thought you weren't coming !"Jason blinked, his gearing of intellection derailing at upper as he turned, surprised to take heed his name, from a intimate phonation, no less.

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

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

Jason peered around the nightspot, his oculus going wide as he spotted Sarah at her board, glancing around he found his team, mercifully not right future to her, practically on the other side of the club,"Ah, I knew you were going clubbing but I didn't know here ! No, I'm here with my date !"

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

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

"There !"Paul pointed across the club, right at Sarah. Jason opened his mouthpiece, his supercilium furrowing, genuinely surprised that Saint 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 shit ?"Jason responded,"She's also my date."

Paul turned to him, his heart wide, surprisal on his boyish feature article,"You're kidding ?"

A interpreter 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, individual ?"The barman nodded and Jason turned his attention back to Apostle Paul, who had a grinning on his nerve,"What's with that look ?"

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

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

Paul the Apostle 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 business line tonight buddy,"Saul of Tarsus smirked.

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

"Pff, not all-fired likely."

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

"Aye, I will, sunniness Paul."

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

Jason watched for a bit as Paul rejoined the mathematical group, biting his lip, wondering for a s whether or not he would point out Jason or Sarah, but he was pleased to see not, Paul just rejoined the conversation without so much as a nod his way.

Jason smiled. He was serious people.

He turned back to the bar just as the centaur placed down a two-pint stein of Ale and a glass of jackass and coke, the two glasses looking comically different in size when placed side by side of meat. He fished in his coat air hole and drew out his debit card which he booped against the proffer device, the contactless add-in quickly and simply making the necessary payment.

Carefully, biting his lip and trying not to spill any he collected the two-pint beer mug in one hand and his slender trash in the former, the muscularity on his arm carrying her drink straining a fiddling as he made his way back towards her.

Successfully he placed the drink down before her, smiling as he climbed up into the fanny opposite where she stood,"Hope two dry pint is your regular sizing !"

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

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

She laughed a trivial,"Ahh I see, that makes sense I suppose. He seemed dainty ! Full 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 nothing to her,"That 's just not fair,"he said with a grin.

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

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

She laughed, shrugging casually and lifting the stein to her sass, taking another deep drink, as her mind tilted back slightly he couldn't help but glance down, admiring the fullness of her titty against her shirt, straining to fulfill him.

"It's not my faulting being the self-aggrandising and the firm. I don't even exercise,"she giggled.

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

They soon fell into conversation, talking about drinks, about how much more it took to get a Centaurus wasted than a human 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 instrumentalist, writing style of film 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 span of years back.

They refilled their drinks a couple of multiplication and the club began to liven up up, the dance story becoming busier as the volume of the euphony began to cabbage upwards, drowning out conversation leaving only the loudest screecher to cover to peach.

To get wind one another Jason and Sarah had been forced to tilt across the mesa, bringing themselves quite close to one another, allowing him to better admire her gorgeous feature of speech, the comprehensiveness of her sassing, the depth of her optic, the accentuating admiration of her freckles.

Lazily as they talked, one bridge player clasped around her stein, her other toyed with a curl of her splendiferous sunrise orange haircloth, digit twirling the crinkly duration.

As they tried to discuss the airstream they had both watched that nighttime gone, a Song started to play that they both recognised as being the artist they had seen separately together at the gig.

In a retentive draught, Sarah drained the remaining two-thirds of her stream two-pint of ale and set it down with a thunk and a depicted object lilliputian sigh, her expression turning into one of hilarity as she registered his KO'd expression with how quickly she had drained her glass.

"cum on ! ! !"she shouted over the swell of the pulsation,"come dance with me !"

He stared at her for a few long moments, mouth unfold, 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 aspirant face of his gorgeous Centaur date.

"Why the snake pit not ? !"he shouted back and she grinned, watching as he downed the ease of his own, feeling the whiskey settee in his stomach as he stood, taking a stone's throw towards the dance storey, his middle glancing over to where Apostle Paul had been, no longer, apparently him and his team had bounced, a great deal to his relief, not, he was happy to feel, because he was ashamed of his date, but because he would be ashamed of them seeing him saltation. Not that he was any bad.

They hit the terpsichore storey, the various centaur, human race, men and womanhood alike making a blank space for them without ever acknowledging their presence in that way people tend to do when ignoring what 's around you brings the potential difference of being stepped on by a literal tonne of centaur, and they began to trip the light fantastic toe together.

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

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

He stared at her, marveling in her simpleton unadulterated beauty, her eyes closed, her body swaying, feet stepping to the euphony, her shank gyrating as her script traced up her sides to be held above her head, her hair with a groundless edge to it as she opened her eyes, half-lidded, smirking at him, her cheeks flushed with colour, her expression sultry, desirous.

The tempo to the music changed with the Sung dynasty, so lost in her imaginativeness of beauty he almost stumbled, her manus reaching out to trance him, laughing as she steadied him, her eyes shining in the multi-coloured lights that flooded the dance floor, her cutis shining with a little sweat.

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

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

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

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

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

He blushed some and glanced back at the knight portion of her sceptically, but even guessing at what she might consume in brain, he found himself excited, not afraid, he wanted to explore her, to instruct, to go through, to, he was surprised to see, make her feel good.

He swallowed as they walked, her hooves clipping beside him as they made their way through the streets, his heart beating a short faster, his senses a short deepen, he felt the thing he'd been missing with so many of his previous date, a spark, a midget trivial flaming of romance.

He could hardly think he was thinking about it, about them, as a couple, but when he thought about this evening being just a one night standstill, it made him worry.

"Hey, uh, this is gon na wakeless weird,"he said, stumbling a little as he walked, blushing a little, he didn't realise how a great deal he'd had to drink.

"Not getting frigidity understructure 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 piddling, her fingers squeezing into the softness of his waist slightly,"Oooh so you're an affectionate drunk ?"

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

Her 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 revel a face full phase of the moon of knight dick. We can relieve all those words for the morning time when we're sober."

He opened his lip to respond, but the Word, ‘ face full of horse dick'swept through his mind. He really would suffer something to spill to Saul of Tarsus 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 trapping, he had expected it to be huge rooms and sprawling single account complexes, so he was surprised to find that it was an especially marvellous building, the Windows on the exterior indicating that each floor was maybe twice the size of it of each standard 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 small. Where the night club and coffee shop had at to the lowest degree been tailored for both humans and Centaur, in here it was strictly the latter, everything higher, taller and large, it felt like being a child again.

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

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

He smiled meekly and followed Sarah into the huge lift, designed to be able to accommodate, it seemed, two of the lots larger centaur's there was adequate room for Sarah to comfortably change state around in.

As the lift started to slowly rise, painfully slacken 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 center as he had started to speak, her helping hand moving under his subdivision and in an instant she had lifted him up into the air, his feet hanging off the flat coat as she took a footfall forward, pressing him into the mirror on the far wall of the lift, her lips pressing tight to his.

He arched his back against her, his helping hand moving to her shoulder joint, only pushing for a instant, surprised by the sudden intimacy and movement, but relaxed quickly, her point tilting as she pressed her full soft backtalk tight against his, her laborious full breasts pressed tight against his chest, her stomach to his, midst 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 grinning she stepped back, lowering him to his unsteady metrical unit, 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 wide whole tone. We don't like stairs, but in an pinch, we can use them,"she explained, innocently.

"W-wha ?"he stammered, pushing himself off the bulwark to ingest a few anxious tone her way.

"In subject of a fire."she nodded.

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

He watched the sway of her monumental equine ass under her gown as she walked down the corridor, her glorious orangey red empennage sweeping from slope to side, the very tip just brushing the level as she came to a all-encompassing door.

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

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

The blank space was absolutely huge, high-pitched ceilinged throughout with more than enough space to be comfortable for Sarah to run about without having to constantly worry about spacing. The room access opened into the living room and he noticed they were quite high-pitched up, not quite the top floor but the Windows still offered a scene over practically of the metropolis, a TV in one corner next to the biggest 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 piazza is amazing ! It's like, three metre the size of my post, it's…"he hesitated, pursing his lips,"er, how can you, you know ?"

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

He nodded, not noticing.

"The government subsidizes our caparison to tempt more of us to come live and body of work in the city."she explained then grinned,"You really pick sexy poppycock to spill the beans about, Jason."

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

"As what ? A smut writer ? contribute 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 height with her.

He opened his mouth to answer, but bit his lip, he so close to her he could almost try her lips on his, his regard lost in her sparkling blue eyes.

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

He didn't reply, he didn't need to, he simply wrapped his hand in the taking into custody of her T-shirt and tugged her forward, bring her lips to his. He felt his heart skip a beat as their sassing met, modest soft kisses, her hand trailing to his berm, pushing his coat off and down his physical structure, making him issue her tee, though not breaking the kiss so she could toss away it aside, landing on the floor by her beanbag.

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

Their osculation deepened, question tilting as her paw slid under the back of his shirt, tracing up his back, letting the smooth skin of his dead body pass under her fingertips as their tongues slowly danced and mingled, exploring one another.

notion emboldened by their kiss and her pinch he slid his workforce around her waist, fingers easing under the bottom of her shirt to fondle slowly up, squeezing at the plushness of her stomach, her clasp drawing him confining to her, urging him on, urging his workforce up.

Her T-shirt raised as his manpower strayed high-pitched, brushing against the bottom of her bra, which he had completely forgotten about in his desire for more.

He pulled his hands back and up, following the full phase of the moon swell of the cups until his finger found their way to the boundary of the one-half cups, fingertips finding soft flesh to press into, bringing a groan from her backtalk around his tongue.

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

He'd never been with a plus-sized char before and in an instant, he knew it was for him. Before she even had her shirt off over her head she felt his lips against the full clotheshorse of her breasts, kissing and exploring, his face pressing into the indistinctness her breasts offered, his men lower, caressing over the stave softness 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 confidence, she had always been self-conscious about her weight, to be with mortal that not only didn't nous her plushness but actively seemed to revel it made her hearts flutter.

She reached around behind her, her cheeks flushed with colour and a sonant smirk on her full-of-the-moon red lips as she looked down at him, his face pressed eagerly to her full titty, kissing and nuzzling, his hands tracing over her soft stomach admiringly. Casually she cast the gown from her mottled blanched and Orange body, mainly white at the front end with an orange splotch on her leftfield knee and ashen hip, her sock white and her ass mostly orange.

Following that she reached up behind herself, unhooking the muscular clasp to her sturdy bra, letting out a soft sigh of relief as she shuffled it off her shoulder, the straps no longer digging into her shoulders, Jason letting out a soft moan as her breasts slipped downwards slightly, away from his searching oral cavity, no longer held up and supported by her bra they laid naturally against her breast, her tough tit not poking out far, a little all-embracing than average.

"Jason, ah, why don't- Ah !"She had been about to propose he divert the attending of his sass abject to one of her sensitive pap, but he'd seemingly had the same estimation, drawing one of her warm pink nubs between his lips, suckling as his tongue flicked over it, sending little sparks of pleasure arcing through her chest.

He pressed his face into the sheik of her breast, moaning into it as he felt its silky warmth against nose and chin, his script subconsciously drifting down in a V over her abdominal cavity, across her belly button to where his idea was telling he'd happen a fair sex or a putz, instead his hand traced across the smooth bristling of her coat, his eyes opening and he leaned back, blinking up at her.

They shared a abbreviated here and now before they both laughed, realising his error and she leaned back, starting to unbutton his shirt as he looked down, getting his number 1 existent face at her body, uncase and bared before him.

Her tum was full and slightly rounded, plush to his touching, but not out of place on her quite dumpy figure, Thomas More akin to that of a pony than a entire. Her breasts weren't as perky as they had appeared under her shirt, but her titty, resting naturally still offered a valley of enticing cleavage he wanted to have.

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

She looked up at him and their center met, her formula suddenly didn't look so much sultry as it did horny, their regard locked, her hands moving down to slid under his still trouser-clad pants to grip and pinch his ass, lifting him up.

He let out a gasp as she picked up him in her weaponry, his arms laced over her shoulder joint behind her neck, his peg gripping her waistline as she squeezed his ass, taking a stair back around the counter then forward towards a doorway.

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

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

She seemed to retrieve for a moment, before pursing her brim and shrugging amicably, her tone soft and laced with sarcasm,"Oh I was thinking we could cuddle and talk about athletics and flowers and stuff ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Her cock was as toilsome as steel under her body, as big as her forearm and more than a piddling bit thicker, a ennoble pink at the top deepening in shadow half way down, typically equine in shape with a ridge halfway down the length, the grain seemingly changing to be softer, the tip, while flared, was only so a little bit.

Beyond and hanging low were two immense globe in a darker sack, each orb easily as big as his clenched 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 preserve a lady waiting."

He glanced to his side and saw himself staring back, as well as Sarah's own expectant gaze, one hired man resting on the far wall as she leaned forward, the former cupping and massaging one of her full breast. It was then that he realised that virtually the entire twenty-five percent wall of her sleeping room was a floor 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 tool loomed over him.

His inhibitions long since gone, leaving only a desire to explore and delight he leaned up on his elbow, one bridge player reaching out to filch over her chummy ray of light, tugging it down slightly to contribute the tip towards his lips.

He hesitated for a moment, not out of anxiety or nervus, but simply so he could admire it, take in its sheer size. He could find the heating of her peter radiating against his human face and he swallowed, parting his mouth and leaning forward, kissing the very tip, drawing out a remedy sigh from Sarah who had gone too long without this kind of attention.

The tip seemed too big to twine his rim around, but that didn't stop him from trying, kissing beating and sucking on the slightly flared tip, his hand wrapped around the monolithic length, too girthy for his finger to wrap fully around as he stroked, marveling in the sheer size, the unequaled taste sensation and the sensuous experience assaulting his already beleaguered senses.

"Oh screwing, 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 subscribe his height with his elbow, freeing his early hand to worship her equid length.

He wrapped both his men around her cock, jerking her off against her spit-shined tip which he continued to kiss and lap eagerly at, pressing his nerve and lips into the spongy hot anatomy of her meaty cock head, loving on it with everything he had to give.

Sarah had to steady herself against the wall, feeling her legs go weak as delight coursed through her, threatening to deluge her. While she was indisputable he would survive her falling on him, it was a very squishy beanbag after all, she doubted it would be well-fixed, so she did the best she could to bide standing, utterly unable to tear her eyes away from the scene of the gorgeous guy beneath her, doing his very undecomposed to pleasure her stern knight cock.

He let out a surprise slight auditory sensation as, with his brim pressed against the centre of her cockhead he felt a pulse of hot liquid state between his lips, surprised for a moment he thought she was already losing her load, but, he realised, it was simply her pre, her balls so huge that even this diminutive amount for her was practically a mouthful for him.

He swirled the thick light fluid around his mouth, with his natural language, coating her rooster head in her own pre, making it trickster and wetter as he let the residual of the hot pre, a niggling salty, a little musky but enticing all the same, slide down his throat into his waiting stomach.

heaving softly he let the glistening tip decline from his lips, leaning up so he could run his spongy knife down the duration of her cock, shifting in the beanbag as he trailed the total duration, feeling each vena pass beneath his tongue. He passed over the medial mob in the centre of her duration, to snog at the more than traverse half of her length.

He released the duration of her cock, eliciting a whine from her which quickly became an bore groan as she felt his handwriting on the thick sack of her balls.

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

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

He sucked on the huge Ball in front man of him, feeling the fogginess of her sack pull between his mouth with each drawing card, cupping her testicles, admiring their weight, the hope that came with such massive orbs.

"Now back to the tip,"she commanded, swallowing as elbow grease began to form on her pale skin, her hooves shuffling against the flabby embrace the sturdy beanbag offered as she struggled to stand still.

He gave each of her massive orb one last longing buss before he tilted his head back kissing the undersurface of her stopcock, leaving soft, teasing angel kisses up the venose length till he once more found her pre-dripping tip, which he instantly caught on his tongue, not wanting to be wasteful.

His men worked at the last few inches of her compact hot calamus, squeezing and massaging it, stroking it into his lip as he tried to take as a lot of her slightly flared tip between his rim as possible, never quite capturing it all, not that Sarah seemed to mind.

He found the tip bumping eagerly against his lips and natural language, which he swirled to raise her pleasure, as her articulatio coxae were urged forward slightly, Sarah unable to control her lust, no longer even looking at him in the mirror, her hands against the rampart, her headway bowed as she panted and moaned hard.

Despite how long he suspected it might've been since her last sack she was no quickfire, making him work for his ‘ reward ’. Jason might not let been loaded with bulging musculus, but he was fit, yet even he was beginning to wear as the minutes passed, his lips, with her flat tip constantly being bumped against them were fuller and softer, glossy with her pre and his spit, his arms tired but his clutch firm, jerking her off.

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

"G-god, fuck, Jason, I'm close…"he heard her voice, remote and weak between moaning pant, a haphazardness he could certainly get used to, her sounds of pleasure plenteous and wide, warming even as he felt her already difficult rooster stiffen and jerk between his fingers, pulling up the tip flaring Sir Thomas More as he tried to catch it between his lips.

"Jason ! !"

He had intended to write them both a job and keep the mess of her climax contained to his back talk, aegir and more than happy to swallow her equine load, but nada could've ever prepared him for the first explosion of cum between his lips.

In an split second his oral fissure was full, cum spilling from his lips to light in thick streams down over his Kuki-Chin and cervix, hot and viscous it flowed across his hide like rivulets from a, particularly lewd, volcano.

He gulped down the seed that dominated his mouth, its taste perception 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 sharp gasp of arrant cloud nine from Sarah. Her second pulse of horse cum slathered his face, painting him white in the whipping of thick cream, dripping down to coat his chest, spilling across his bare body and matting his hair.

He struggled to admit her cock, each pulse so forceful it almost jerked the slick magazine shaft free from his tired grip, but he held on, his mental reasoning being to localise the hatful, but he knew it was more intense, he wanted this, though his sex and alcohol addled mind couldn't grounds why.

pulsation after pulse jetted out of her prick, adding level to the cum that glued his eye shut, that filled his backtalk each prison term he tried to realise it, swallowing greedily, so copious that he found himself running low on air, his face so smothered in it he couldn't draw air in through his nose or mouth.

Sarah was in downright Shangri-la, the pleasure and relief intense as she managed to spread out her eyes, albeit to mere snatch, looking out towards the mirror, watching as her remote cock pulsed, marking her dominion as he, to her surprise, even now continued to try and stroke her shaft.

She felt a pleasurable shiver start at her hindquarters and tickle all the way up her prickle to her neck opening, leaving her feeling so inundated with endorphins that had he asked, she might even get returned the favour, not that he was in a state to receive.

Her cock stopped throbbing, it's equine stream of cum slowing, no longer shooting out but merely filter as, with surprise speed her rooster wilted, going delicate between his finger, his implements of war falling alongside him as her putz retreated away from him to her shaft.

He lay there, limp, his hair, face, chest and consistence coated with a stocky level of her addictive equine seed. He cleared his mouth, swallowing what little still filled it and licked his swollen 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 fingerbreadth against his bare navel, trailing up through her own cum, lifting and pressing two soiled digits between his lips.

With a little moan he closed his sassing and she giggled and he cleaned them of her cum, her finger's breadth caressing his cheek.

"You're a mess…"she commented wryly, even though her tegument was dodgy with swither and her hair dishevelled into an almost film gross display of ‘ sexy messy ’.

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

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

He grinned a little, eye still closed and felt the enervation starting to seep in, he wanted to sleep, wanted to hold her, cuddle and kiss, but something was more squeeze,"U-uh… Sarah ?"

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

"Do you… experience a cascade I could use ?"

She giggled, lustrous and glad .