Jason let out a easy despairing suspiration. Swipe right. Swipe right. Swipe right. Swipe right.

His co-worker and Quaker Paul had suggested to him that he try out kindling and, to begin with at least, he'd loved the idea of it, see a lady friend, read her profile and if you felt compatible, pinch right, if not, swipe left, easy right wing ? But as twenty-four hours had passed and conversation with friction match led nowhere but the occasional hookup he had, as many did, grown to dislike the nature of the wolf, no longer bothering to read their profile or checking for any compatibility, now, as he lay on his couch, the TV in the background playing some mindless athletics he only barely glanced at each charwoman 's moving-picture show before he swiped right on them.

Jason was, he knew, not by any mean value unattractive, he had a slender physical body with strong friendly feature film, abruptly brown hair and liked to consider himself quite open.

Tinder had netted him a few dates, a couple with women, a distich 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 singular to see who'd swiped right on him.

The girl that popped up on his feed was cute, a bright attractive smile, dismal center and red hair, skin pale but with an adorable smattering of freckle, she looked to be positive sized, not something he'd experienced yet on the dating scene but certainly not something that put him off her. sweetheart was ravisher, and sometimes having a picayune excess made for a more pleasant experience, soft and warm, more relaxing and eff, or so he figured, anyway.

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

He raised his supercilium some, six and a half foot was improbable, almost a understructure 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 the like, as tall as she was and plus sized too she would be a figure to lay eyes on. Given the measurements he was aware of, after all, he couldn't aid but wonder just how well equipped she would likely be between her second joint too.

As he was scrolling through her motion-picture show, all selfies from a low angle that mainly just showed her gorgeous smiling face, only a few snaps capturing a hint of the seemingly impressive size of her binge, a minuscule bubble popped up in the lower corner of his screen.

‘ Hey'

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

‘ Hey,'he wrote back, the touchstone 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 occupy, ‘ Yeah, just cooling, 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 foot tall and built like a tank was grinning, speaking to a reporter who was stood on a set of tone holding a mike up to him, discussing his win, ‘ Me too lol, It's crazy how fast they are.'

‘ I know haha x'

He smiled a little and looked towards the TV, they were an occupy addition to society he thought, up until fifty dollar bill or so years ago they had lived in their own cities and enclaves, but over the utmost few ten had integrated into order, becoming a recognisable role of daily life.

Sure there were challenges, after all their size and physical departure meant they needed unique living accommodations and many facilities were labelled as man only, not out of any segregation, but simply because a nine foot tall muscled brute of a centaur simply couldn't enter many human formation. You couldn't just assume a entire to the celluloid or to a eatery, after all.

However many spot had opened, especially recently, run by centaur and humans alike to supply to their indigence, living accommodations was built specially for them and, in a CVA of togetherness and unity, was no longer referred to as ‘ stabling ’.

‘ Your profile said you liked new experiences x'

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was like she thought he hadn't read that she was a dickgirl. But nevertheless, he enjoyed the biz of putz cat and mouse, regardless of whether or not she was his firstly, 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 piazza, beam me your number and I'll send you the detail x'

He did and slack up, a smile on his face, tomorrow he might encounter that Muriel Spark. Worst case scenario he knew, at least he'd at least get laid.

Day rolled over into night and Jason fell asleep with cerebration of Sarah, imagining her soft body, her laying on her stomach, his cock slamming in and out of her hole, or of him laying on his back, her atop of him missionary, the blurriness of her body pressed against his soma, her massive height and frame making him finger so pocket-sized as they fucked.

acerate leaf to say, he awoke with woods, but, thanks to the delight of Bodoni animation didn't have meter to sort himself out, instead needing to get himself ready to go to form, 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 doorway to begin his short commute from his flat to his office.

He checked his phone and found he had a text from an unknown number. After saving the striking as ‘ Sarah ( T )'he checked the subject matter. She had listed an address just a few streets over from where he worked and while he didn't know the coffee workshop by name, he at least knew whereabouts it was.

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

He arrived dressed in his casual wear as he set about oeuvre with his colleague, designing an app for their flow client, discussing features, passing on builds, holding meetings, the unscathed thing was very laid back, though they conducted themselves seriously, taking pride in their employment and in the winner of their small organisation.

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

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

Paul the Apostle chuckled and shook his head,"How come they always want to change their judgment on the base purpose 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 heavily to know that before you see the app, then once you do, it's never how you envisioned it. But oh well."

Paul the Apostle shrugged,"I think it looks fine, should be a winner for them."

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

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

Jason chuckled, human and centaur relationships were rare but not unheard of, they mainly just served as eye confect for one another. Human girls for their petiteness and beaut were lusted after by centaur men while Centaurus womanhood, with their massive size, were often lusted after by human men, after all, their chest were seldom smaller than the men 's heads.

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

female person Centaurus rarely showed an sake in men with their practically flyspeck size and female women simply couldn't hold Centaurus men, they were just too big, though there were exclusion, of course, dear blossomed despite sex and some minor centaurs could get with some larger mankind, graven image knew he'd seen a pair such porn videos online, but it was still a mismatch.

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

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

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

"Then,"Paul continued for him, mimicking his voice,"Then you'll go back to hers or she'll come back to yours and someone will rally person 's prick allllll Night long and it'll be amazing and you can fall into work the future day and vaporing about it to Paul. How right was I ?"

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

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

"Still fighting ?"Jason smirked and Alice 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 frame to and fro from software engineer to graphics, to testing to back up again.

It was an endless cycles/second seemingly, but at the end, they almost always delivered a mathematical product that the client would be glad 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 exam adaptation of the app to the node, where an email in the morning would reach them the final verdict on whether any other variety needed to be made.

But for now at least, there was jubilation, the expiation that came with completing a task, as Paul had said the team was getting together for a stave of drinks at a bar, but Jason had early programme. As he checked the time on his phone he smiled, he'd be just in fourth dimension for his date with Sarah. He glanced towards his bag and debated bringing it with him, it had many of his work single file in as well as his laptop, but it would be a pain sensation to drag it around all eve. Anyway, he had his keys and billfold in the pockets of his coating, if at any full point over the weekend he needed his laptop it wasn't exactly a long walk to pluck it up.

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

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

Checking his telephone set as he drew close to where he thought the cafe was he checked the prison term, he would be a few min early, but it was better than being a few minutes late he reasoned, once again checking the textual matter from Sarah, ‘ Greyson Street ’, he glanced up at the sign on the street corner which at least confirmed he was in the in good order place, now he only had to find the Cafe in question ‘ The serenity and footstep coffee bar ’.

He spotted it several buildings down and on the early side of the street, smiling as he did, making his way towards it. As he passed the former commercial buildings, shops, cafe's, bar and restaurants he noticed that many of them were Centaur friendly, their doorway taller and broader, the roof higher to accommodate.

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

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

He pushed open the door to the cafe, the heat of the way hitting him, the cold-blooded fleeing as he drew in a deep breath, the odour of coffee and cake desegregate with a less familiar spirit scent, but one he recognised all the same.

About two-thirds of the client in the cafe were Centaur, male and female, standing at magniloquent tabular array varying in stature with gravid coffee berry and sugariness, a scatter of humanity using impost high-pitched chairs let the two intermingle.

Sitting at one of the smaller tables was a conversant expression, Sarah, her elbow resting on the bound of the table, palm against the side of her heading, digit trailing absently through the crinkled curl of her orange hair, her former hand resting on the rim of her cup, steam trailing in little tendrils through the cattle ranch of her fingers.

She was wearing a simple t-shirt, a logo from one of the centaur racing team on the front, the breaking ball of the shirt following the curve of her chest, full and prominent, 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 heaviness of her figure. While her branch betrayed a sign of mottling on a livid and orange coat she was mostly covered from the waistline down in a warm occasional nightie that covered her back, rear and rear legs, the front two exposed with another mooring of material trailing almost elegantly down the front.

As he started to wind his way between the table towards her, passing a coating wheel that, thanks to the frigidity of the even, was laden with a few heavy looking crown and coats, he started to unbutton his own weighty pelage, settling the collar down and relax his scarf.

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

"Hey,"he said, mimicking his first content to her on spunk as he slipped his coat off from over his shoulder, laying it across the vertebral column of his high chair which he climbed up onto, a feat proving not to be too unmanageable given that she was certainly one of the minor centaur, no nine groundwork behemoth as he had seen slipstream the night before on tv, though six and a half invertebrate foot was by no means small by his standards.

"Hey yourself,"she said, her voice rich and welcoming as he settled to sit opposition her, her eyes a radiant blue, scanning over him curiously, drinking in his slender form and genuine grin, the look of relief across her features tangible.

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

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

Jason smiled a little, wanting to direct out that her profile wasn't exactly forthcoming about the fact that she was a Centaur, but that hardly seemed polite conversation,"Their personnel casualty I suppose. Jason."he said, holding out his manus to her, grinning a little.

She smirked playfully, her lips a adorable tone of red as she reached across, taking his hand in her own, much ardent hired man, her grip flaccid despite the orotund sizing of her hand,"Sarah, can I get you your first coffee bean ?"

He tilted his point slightly as he pulled his hired hand back, resting his arms on the table, he'd been about to go get himself his own, but it would be unmannerly to pass up,"Please, melanize, no sugar."

She smiled and nodded, taking a couple of steps back from the table before turning and making her way cautiously through the former generously separated board towards the counter where one of the aforementioned behemoths 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 Centaurus. He had to admit her buns was huge, her gown trailing down to the back of her knees, though at the can he could just see the end of her flowing tail, the Saame enchanting shade of orange as her hair.

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

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

She returned to the table, smiling as she set the coffee in straw man of him, smaller than hers, large for a man he quickly clasped his still cold hired hand around it, letting the heat from the cup employment into his finger's breadth, warming him.

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

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

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

She nodded along, listening and watching him all the while, her look one of intrigue and interest,"phone middling assuredness, you work near here ?"

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

He smirked a little, a not so subtle hint on her component 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 centaurs before ?"she asked, trailing a finger along the Sir Henry Joseph Wood of the mesa top, a curious look 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, hoi polloi tend to ask a thousand questions."

He smiled,"Figured that might be rude. And it's not like I don't know thing about centaurs in universal. That, and I want to get to know who you are, that 's more than important than what you are."

Judging by the blush that formed across her face under her unaccented smattering of freckles and the warm piddling smile, that had been the right hand solution,"So no interrogative 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 rear of his handwriting, contemplating for a moment,"You don't mind ?"

She shook her head, smiling.

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

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

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

She laughed, a quick plentiful sound that was infectious, a smiling creeping to his own lips 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 back of his heading a little as he chuckled bashfully, lowering his mitt back to the tabular array to smile.

"I've got a really big exhibitioner with really strong jets, gets almost everything it needs to, you just, like, put the liquid soap in the shower head and after a little while it runs out to just water system and it rinses it out. But every few 24-hour interval I go to a groomer, trim the hair's-breadth, get my hooves done, that variety of thing,"she explained, delighted to see just how attentively Jason was listening.

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

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

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

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

"They do,"he said, her smile deepening as they sipped from their drinks, 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 club ? I know a expert one just up the road."

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

She smiled brightly and he lifted his cup, finishing his own coffee in a hanker 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 join her.

He stepped down from the professorship and collected his scarf and coat from the back, of his chair, shrugging his coat on, subconsciously feeling for his keys and wallet, making sure both were in their designate pockets before opting to overgorge his scarf into an inside sac, figuring he wouldn't need it if it was such a curt walk.

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

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

He laughed a fiddling and shrugged, motioning with his head towards the coffee shop's door,"I mean he's got style ?"

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

He looked up at her, able to properly size of it her for the first 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 word came up to her articulatio humeri, conveniently, at least for him, putting her full swell of her breasts at just below his eye stage. With her chassis, being taller and thicker than his, she seemed practically amazonian in ratio, making him feel small-scale than he actually was.

"Shall we ?"he said with a grinning, 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 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 piddling 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,"... jolt off ?"

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

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

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

He blushed brightly, which only caused her to laugh 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 confidential information it seemed, causing him to blush and finger uncertain as to whether or not she was teasing or being honest. He had, after all, get out here with the almost express purpose of getting some action, how difficult would it be to believe that she had come out with the Saame aim ? The honorable female child vibraharp he'd gotten from her profile, with her warm well-disposed smiling and lentigo speckled cheeks seemed, increasingly he thought, to dissemble a not so barren side to her.

They arrived at the, he thought, hilariously named, ‘ centaur of tending'and stepped in through the all-inclusive framed threshold into the familiar hotshot that came with, Jason knew, any nightclub, the scents of citizenry and alcohol, the club thrumming to a metre that he'd heard before, but couldn't name, the crowd, to his surprisal, a pretty even out mix of human and Centaur, the blank space inside dominated by a mainly vacant dance floor in the middle, ringed with board, booths and the ever present bar.

He looked up at Sarah who was smiling, nodding her head a trivial to the pulsation of the euphony before glancing down at him, catching his regard, her eyes sparkling,"Hey ! Wan na seize us some swallow if I find us a tush ?"

"Yeah, sure ! What do you drink ?"He asked, raising his representative 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 site any obvious crack,"Uh, I'll just consume a Canterbury Ale to start ?"

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

He tore his optic away from her, making his way towards the bar, finding one of the point reserved for human, a few steps leading him up so he could perch his elbows on the politic polished airfoil of the bar where he set about the age old contest of trying to see the barkeep 's eye, a challenge, given he was peaking over the edge of the counter practically like a child, stood next to a nine foot centaur guy, his palms on the counter and his weapon system straight as he peered forward.

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

However, if she was a top- ...

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

"shucks, Paul ! Hey ! What're you doing here ?"he asked, grinning as he clasped his hand with Paul's,"spirit like forever since I stopping point saw you !"It had in fact probably just been a duo hours.

"Pff, enjoying the jailbreak 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 night club, his eyes going all-embracing as he spotted Sarah at her board, glancing around he found his team, mercifully not right next to her, practically on the other slope of the clubhouse,"Ah, I knew you were going clubbing but I didn't know here ! No, I'm here with my particular date !"

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

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

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

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

Paul the Apostle turned to him, his eyes across-the-board, surprise on his boyish feature article,"You're kidding ?"

A vocalization by Jason's articulatio humeri 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 dry pint and a Jack and coke, single ?"The barman nodded and Jason turned his attention back to Paul, who had a grinning on his look,"What's with that look ?"

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

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

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

Jason laughed too and nudged him,"Ass."

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

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

"Pff, not crashing likely."

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

"Aye, I will, sunniness Paul."

"Cheers Jason,"Saul of Tarsus smirked, raising his meth as he stepped down from bar to micturate 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, Alice Paul just rejoined the conversation without so much as a nod his way.

Jason smiled. He was good people.

He turned back to the bar just as the centaur placed down a two-pint Stein of Ale and a glass of doodly-squat and coke, the two meth looking comically unlike in size when placed English by slope. He fished in his coat pocket and drew out his debit bill of fare which he booped against the proffered device, the contactless identity card quickly and simply making the necessary payment.

Carefully, biting his lip and trying not to pour forth any he collected the two-pint stein in one hired hand and his slender chicken feed in the other, the muscular tissue on his arm carrying her deglutition straining a picayune as he made his way back towards her.

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

She smirked and nodded, lifting the stein with a badgering simplicity in one hand, leading him to wonder just how unassailable she was, taking that outset satisfying sip,"Mm, It is, thanks, so um, a champion of yours ? I think I've seen him here before."

"Heh, yeah, pretty a good deal my full Quaker, 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 Centaurus was working here and he wanted to show her off to me… Turns out that was you, didn't know you worked here ?"

She laughed a little,"Ahh I see, that makes horse sense I suppose. He seemed courteous ! 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 nothing to her,"That 's just not mediocre,"he said with a grin.

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

"I struggled to post that beer mug and there you are, well, just holding it,"he said, laughing softly.

She laughed, shrugging casually and lifting the stein to her lips, taking another trench drink, as her head tilted back slightly he couldn't assist but glint down, admiring the richness of her breasts against her shirt, straining to take on him.

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

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

They soon fell into conversation, talking about drinks, about how much more it took to get a centaur wasted than a human being because she likely weighed Sir Thomas More than four fourth dimension what he did. They talked about picture show, medicine, fun, their interest surprisingly aligning quite well, they enjoyed the same player, genres of film and, to their pleasure as they got in a new troll, found out they had even once been to the same gig a couple of years back.

They refilled their drinks a couple of prison term and the gild began to invigorate up, the dance floor becoming busier as the volume of the music began to sneak upwards, drowning out conversation leaving only the gaudy yeller to continue to verbalize.

To hear one another Jason and Sarah had been forced to lean across the tabular array, bringing themselves quite close to one another, allowing him to better look up to her gorgeous feature article, the fullness of her sassing, the depth of her eyes, the accentuating marvel of her freckles.

Lazily as they talked, one hand clasped around her stein, her other toyed with a lock of her glorious sunrise orange pilus, fingers twirling the crinkly distance.

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

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

"ejaculate on ! ! !"she shouted over the swell of the round,"come terpsichore with me !"

He stared at her for a few long moments, mouth open, feeling his mind bombination with the alcohol from however many drinking he'd had, he looked down at his half-empty glass, then up into the aspirer fount of his gorgeous centaur date.

"Why the underworld not ? !"he shouted back and she grinned, watching as he downed the remainder of his own, feeling the whiskey settle in his stomach as he stood, taking a step towards the terpsichore flooring, his eyes glancing over to where Saul had been, no longer, apparently him and his team had bounced, much to his embossment, not, he was happy to feel, because he was ashamed of his date, but because he would be ashamed of them seeing him dancing. Not that he was any bad.

They hit the saltation floor, the various centaurs, man, men and women alike making a space for them without ever acknowledging their front in that way people tend to do when ignoring what 's around you brings the voltage of being stepped on by a misprint t of centaur, and they began to trip the light fantastic together.

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

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

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

The pacing to the euphony changed with the song, so lost in her imaginativeness of beauty he almost stumbled, her hired man reaching out to overtake him, laughing as she steadied him, her eyes shining in the motley spark that flooded the dance floor, her skin shining with a little sweat.

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

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

As they stepped outside into the low temperature of the eventide he hardly felt it, warmed as he was by her caller and the intoxicant flowing through him, he left his pelage unbuttoned as he walked alongside her, not paying aid to where his human foot were taking him, following her lead.

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

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

He blushed some and glanced back at the horse character of her sceptically, but even guessing at what she might have in psyche, he found himself excited, not afraid, he wanted to research her, to acquire, to experience, to, he was surprised to find, arrive at her spirit good.

He swallowed as they walked, her hooves clipping beside him as they made their way through the streets, his heart beating a piddling faster, his senses a little heightened, he felt the thing he'd been missing with so many of his premature particular date, a discharge, a tiny little fire of love affair.

He could hardly believe he was thinking about it, about them, as a duad, but when he thought about tonight being just a one Nox stand, 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 much he'd had to drink.

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

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

She laughed a trivial, her fingers squeezing into the softness of his waistline slightly,"Oooh so you're an affectionate rummy ?"

He blushed brightly, feeling a slight annoying 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 odd smirk as she glanced down at him, trying to say into him,"Mm… fountainhead I like like you too, Jason. Now how about we stop worrying about stupid stuff like that and get you home to savor a face full-of-the-moon of sawhorse dick. We can pull through all those words for the morning when we're sober."

He opened his mouth to respond, but the Book, ‘ face fully of horse cock'swept through his mind. He really would induce something to talk to Paul about, he realised in an odd moment of clarity.

"Here we are."

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

He hadn't known what to expect when it came to centaur housing, he had expected it to be immense rooms and sprawling single tarradiddle building complex, so he was surprised to encounter that it was an especially grandiloquent building, the windows on the exterior indicating that each flooring was maybe twice the size of each standard storey he was used to.

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

On the inside, he felt comically lowly. Where the golf club and coffee bar had at least been tailored for both humans and centaurs, in here it was strictly the latter, everything higher, taller and great, it felt like being a child again.

He must have 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 surprised face by another Centauress as she stepped from the lift, 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 turn around in.

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

She had rolled her eyes as he had started to verbalize, her hands moving under his arms and in an exigent she had lifted him up into the air, his animal foot hanging off the ground as she took a step forward, pressing him into the mirror on the far rampart of the lift, her lips pressing tight to his.

He arched his dorsum against her, his work force moving to her shoulder joint, only pushing for a second, surprised by the sudden intimacy and campaign, but relaxed quickly, her headway tilting as she pressed her full soft lips tight against his, her heavily full breasts pressed tight against his chest, her stomach to his, thick and wonderfully pillowy against his body.

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

With a grin she stepped back, lowering him to his unsteady feet, 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 stairway with big across-the-board footmark. We don't like stair, but in an emergency, we can use them,"she explained, innocently.

"W-wha ?"he stammered, pushing himself off the wall to drive a few uneasy 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 monumental equine ass under her nightdress as she walked down the corridor, her splendid orangey red tush sweeping from side to side, the very tip just brushing the floor as she came to a broad door.

She glanced across at Jason and smirked, offering up a playful nictation as she dipped a hand down the front of her jersey, fishing in her large segmentation for a moment before retrieving a single key.

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

The place was absolutely huge, luxuriously ceilinged throughout with Sir Thomas More than decent place to be easy for Sarah to proceed about without having to constantly interest about spacing. The door opened into the living room and he noticed they were quite highschool up, not quite the top floor but the windowpane still offered a view over very much of the city, a TV in one recess next to the prominent noggin bag he'd ever seen joining onto a kitchen area, separated by a breakfast bar that, he assumed doubled as her dining table.

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

"Afford this ?"she grinned, closing the doorway 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 housing to lure more of us to come dwell and body of work in the city."she explained then grinned,"You really pick sexy stuff 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 dirty word writer ? Give me a break."she laughed and stepped towards him, lifting him up as easily as before and placing him on the edge of the breakfast bar, bringing him to eye altitude with her.

He opened his sassing to respond, but bit his lip, he so close to her he could almost sample her lips on his, his gaze lost in her froth 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 helping hand in the collar of her tee shirt and tugged her forward, bring her lips to his. He felt his heart skip a cadence as their lips met, small soft kisses, her mitt trailing to his shoulders, pushing his coat off and down his torso, making him release her tee, though not breaking the kiss so she could toss it aside, landing on the flooring 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 telephone set in it, but once cast aside her hands returned to his, eager and wanting.

Their candy kiss deepened, headway tilting as her manus slid under the rachis of his shirt, tracing up his back, letting the fluent pelt of his body offer under her fingertips as their tongues slowly danced and mingled, exploring one another.

Feeling emboldened by their kiss and her tactual sensation he slid his hands around her waist, fingers easing under the butt of her shirt to fondle slowly up, squeezing at the plushness of her venter, her bag drawing him nigh to her, urging him on, urging his hands up.

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

He pulled his hands back and up, following the total beau of the cups until his fingerbreadth found their way to the border of the half cups, fingertips finding sonant flesh to urge into, bringing a groan from her mouth around his tongue.

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

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

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

She reached around behind her, her cheeks flushed with colour and a gentle smirk on her full-of-the-moon red back talk as she looked down at him, his boldness pressed eagerly to her total knocker, kissing and nuzzling, his hands tracing over her soft stomach admiringly. Casually she cast the gown from her mottled white and orangeness body, mainly bloodless at the strawman with an orangeness splotch on her left knee and snowy hip, her drogue white and her ass mostly orange.

Following that she reached up behind herself, unhooking the mighty clasp to her stout bra, letting out a flaccid suspiration of relief as she shuffled it off her shoulders, the straps no longer digging into her shoulders, Jason letting out a soft moan as her tit slipped downwards slightly, away from his searching oral cavity, no longer held up and supported by her bra they laid naturally against her chest, her intemperately nipple not poking out far, a slight wider than average.

"Jason, ah, why don't- Ah !"She had been about to paint a picture he divert the attention of his rim depleted to one of her sensitive tit, but he'd seemingly had the Saame thought, drawing one of her fond pink center between his lips, suckling as his tongue flicked over it, sending little sparks of delight arcing through her chest.

He pressed his cheek into the sheik of her breast, moaning into it as he felt its silklike warmth against intrude and chin, his hand subconsciously drifting down in a V over her abdomen, across her bellybutton to where his mind was telling he'd find a womanhood or a rooster, 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 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 real look at her dead body, unclothed and bared before him.

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

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

She looked up at him and their center met, her expression suddenly didn't flavour so much sultry as it did horny, their gazes locked, her hands moving down to slid under his still trouser-clad pants to transfix and squeeze his ass, lifting him up.

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

He kissed her as she walked, finding her full sassing once more with his own, biting gently at her miserable lip to bug her, enjoying the velvety grain of her lip between his placate bite.

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

She seemed to think for a moment, before pursing her rim and shrugging amicably, her tone flabby and laced with satire,"Oh I was thinking we could cuddle and talk about sportswoman and flowers and stuff ?"

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

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

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

He wriggled, it was incredibly comfortable but he felt it shifting, heard the noggin move and as he opened his optic, was presented with a wholly new sight.

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

Her cock was as laborious as steel under her consistence, as big as her forearm and more than a little bit thicker, a aristocratic garden pink at the top deepening in shade half way down, typically equine in shape with a ridge halfway down the length, the texture seemingly changing to be softer, the tip, while flared, was only so a small bit.

Beyond and hanging low were two huge orchis in a darker sack, each orb easily as big as his fist and he couldn't help but question at what sort of load they could make, 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 incline and saw himself staring back, as well as Sarah's own expectant gaze, one hired hand resting on the far wall as she leaned forward, the other cupping and massaging one of her full breasts. It was then that he realised that virtually the entire fourth wall of her sleeping room was a flooring to ceiling mirror which she stood English on to, allowing her to watch him beneath.

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

His prohibition long since gone, leaving only a desire to research and delight he leaned up on his elbow, one hand reaching out to addict over her stocky shaft, tugging it down slightly to get the tip towards his lips.

He hesitated for a moment, not out of anxiousness or cheek, but simply so he could admire it, call for in its sheer size. He could feel the estrus of her cock radiating against his face and he swallowed, parting his lips and leaning forward, kissing the very tip, drawing out a relieved suspiration from Sarah who had gone too long without this variety of attention.

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

"Oh fuck, ah, Jason…"she panted softly, her eyes glued on the scene as she lowered herself slightly, the bulk of her frame looming modest until he no longer needed to support his meridian with his articulatio cubiti, freeing his other hand to hero-worship her equine length.

He wrapped both his deal around her hammer, jerking her off against her spit-shined tip which he continued to kiss and work eagerly at, pressing his face and lips into the spongy hot soma of her meaty cock psyche, loving on it with everything he had to give.

Sarah had to brace herself against the wall, feeling her stage go weak as pleasure coursed through her, threatening to sweep over her. While she was surely he would survive her falling on him, it was a very squashy beanbag after all, she doubted it would be comfortable, so she did the near she could to rest standing, utterly unable to tear her oculus away from the scene of the gorgeous guy beneath her, doing his very outdo to pleasure her unrelenting horse cavalry cock.

He let out a surprised piddling speech sound as, with his lips pressed against the centre of her cockhead he felt a pulse of hot liquid between his brim, 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 tiny amount for her was practically a taste for him.

He swirled the thick clear fluid around his oral cavity, with his glossa, coating her pecker head in her own pre, making it slicker and wetting agent as he let the rest of the hot pre, a little salty, a little musky but enticing all the same, slide down his throat into his waiting stomach.

Panting softly he let the glistening tip nightfall from his lips, leaning up so he could run his spongy tongue down the distance of her shaft, shifting in the beanbag as he trailed the entire length, feeling each mineral vein pass beneath his knife. He passed over the medial annulus in the centre of her length, to kiss at the more covered half of her duration.

He released the length of her cock, eliciting a whine from her which quickly became an eager moan as she felt his script on the thick pouch of her testicle.

He leaned in, feeling the odd softness of her massive sac against his face as he nuzzled and kissed at them, each hand holding up one of the heavy eyeball, weighing and gently rolling them over his hands.

"Jason, fuck, ah, sucking on them…"she said, her spokesperson coming out a little shaky, her part heavy with lust, interspersed with pleasured pant and moan as he complied.

He sucked on the huge balls in front line of him, feeling the softness of her sacque pull between his lips with each draw, cupping her testicles, admiring their weight, the hope that came with such massive orbs.

"Now back to the tip,"she commanded, swallowing as sudor began to organize on her pale peel, her hooves shuffling against the soft embrace the sturdy beanbag offered as she struggled to stick out still.

He gave each of her monumental orbs one last longing candy kiss before he tilted his head teacher back kissing the bottom of her dick, leaving mild, teasing angel kisses up the vein length till he once more found her pre-dripping tip, which he instantly caught on his tongue, not wanting to be wasteful.

His hands worked at the last few inches of her heavyset hot shaft, squeezing and massaging it, stroking it into his sass as he tried to take as much of her slightly flared tip between his lips as possible, never quite capturing it all, not that Sarah seemed to mind.

He found the tip bumping eagerly against his sass and glossa, which he swirled to heighten her pleasure, as her rose hip were urged forward slightly, Sarah unable to contain her lust, no longer even looking at him in the mirror, her mitt against the paries, her header bowed as she panted and moaned hard.

Despite how hanker he suspected it might've been since her endure release she was no quickfire, making him work for his ‘ reward ’. Jason might not have been laden with bulging muscles, but he was fit, yet even he was beginning to wear out as the minutes passed, his back talk, with her unconditional tip constantly being bumped against them were Richard Buckminster Fuller and softer, slick with her pre and his spit, his branch tired but his grasp firm, jerking her off.

By now her shot was slick, his workings, massaging fingers having spread their unite fluids over the steely equine length, allowing his finger's breadth to quickly traverse over her rooster, feeling each hump, each vein, each ridge as they passed under his fingers.

"G-god, fuck, Jason, I'm close…"he heard her interpreter, remote and watery between moaning pant, a interference he could certainly get used to, her sounds of delight rich and full, warming even as he felt her already hard dick stiffen and dork between his fingers, pulling up the tip flaring more as he tried to catch up with it between his lips.

"Jason ! !"

He had intended to save them both a job and keep the mess of her flood tide contained to his sass, eager and more than happy to eat up her equid load, but nothing could've ever prepared him for the number one explosion of cum between his lips.

In an instant his sass was full, cum spilling from his lips to return in buddy-buddy streams down over his chin and neck, hot and viscous it flowed across his skin like run from a, particularly lewd, volcano.

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

He closed his back talk to swig but as he did her massive cock twitched again, each twitch punctuated by a sharp gasp of pure bliss from Sarah. Her second pulse of horse cum slathered his face, painting him white in the flagellation of thick cream, dripping down to cake his chest, spilling across his bare body and matting his hair.

He struggled to book her cock, each heart rate so emphatic it almost jerked the slip light beam liberate from his tired grip, but he held on, his mental reasoning being to localise the deal, but he knew it was more intense, he wanted this, though his sex and alcohol addled mind couldn't reason why.

pulse after pulse jetted out of her cock, adding layers to the cum that glued his eyes shut, that filled his mouth each clip he tried to clear it, swallowing greedily, so copious that he found himself running low on air, his brass so smothered in it he couldn't draw air in through his nose or mouth.

Sarah was in infrangible heaven, the pleasance and substitute intense as she managed to open her eyes, albeit to mere slits, looking out towards the mirror, watching as her distant cock pulsed, marking her territory as he, to her surprise, even now continued to try and stroke her shaft.

She felt a pleasurable thrill start at her tail and thrill all the way up her spine to her neck opening, leaving her feeling so awash with endorphins that had he asked, she might even have returned the favour, not that he was in a state to receive.

Her tool stopped throbbing, it's equid current of cum slowing, no longer shooting out but merely filter as, with surprising speed her stopcock wilted, going soft between his fingers, his arms falling alongside him as her shaft retreated away from him to her shaft.

He lay there, hitch, his hair, face, chest and soundbox coated with a thick stratum of her addictive equine seed. He cleared his mouth, swallowing what piffling still filled it and licked his egotistic lips, hearing her step away, sitting down beside him on the beanbag, her sudden weight on her half raising him slightly as the beans were displaced by her weight.

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

With a little moan he closed his sass 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 sleek with travail and her whisker dishevelled into an almost pictorial matter consummate display of ‘ sexy messy ’.

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

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

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

"Mm ?"she asked curiously, running her other hand through her lush red hair, trying to settle the whorl.

"Do you… Have a shower I could use ?"

She giggled, bright and happy .