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

His colleague and ally Paul had suggested to him that he try out Tinder and, to begin with at to the lowest degree, he'd loved the thought of it, see a girl, read her visibility and if you felt compatible, swipe right, if not, swipe left, sluttish right hand ? But as days had passed and conversation with friction match led nowhere but the casual hookup he had, as many did, grown to dislike the nature of the beast, no longer bothering to study their profiles or checking for any compatibility, now, as he lay on his sofa, the TV in the background playing some mindless sports he only barely glanced at each women 's pictures before he swiped right on them.

Jason was, he knew, not by any means unattractive, he had a slender physique with quick well-disposed features, short brownness hairsbreadth and liked to consider himself quite open.

Tinder had netted him a few dates, a couple with womanhood, a twosome 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 shudder of surprise and fervor as he had initially been, but he was still curious to see who'd swiped right on him.

The daughter that popped up on his provender was cute, a bright attractive smile, blue middle and red hair, skin pale but with an adorable handful of freckles, she looked to be plus sized, not something he'd experienced yet on the dating scene but certainly not something that put him off her. beauty was beauty, and sometimes having a little extra made for a more pleasant experience, flaccid and warm, more relaxing and lie with, or so he figured, anyway.

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

He raised his eyebrows some, six and a half foot was improbable, 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 summation sized too she would be a flesh to lay eyes on. Given the measure he was aware of, after all, he couldn't service but question just how well equipped she would likely be between her thighs too.

As he was scrolling through her pic, all selfies from a low angle that mainly just showed her gorgeous smiling cheek, only a few snaps capturing a hint of the seemingly impressive size of her bust, a little bubble popped up in the depleted recession of his screen.

‘ Hey'

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

‘ Hey,'he wrote back, the measure 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 matter to, ‘ Yeah, just chilling, wbu ?'

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

Me too, what you watching ?'

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

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

‘ I know haha x'

He smiled a little and looked towards the TV, they were an concern add-on 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 last few decennary had integrated into society, becoming a placeable contribution of daily life.

Sure there were challenges, after all their sizing and forcible differences meant they needed singular housing and many facilities were labelled as human only, not out of any segregation, but simply because a nine foot tall muscled beast of a centaur simply couldn't enter many human ecesis. You couldn't just take a stallion to the cinema or to a eating place, after all.

However many position had opened, especially recently, run by Centaurus and human alike to ply to their indigence, lodging was built specially for them and, in a stroke of togetherness and unity, was no longer referred to as ‘ stabling ’.

‘ Your profile said you liked new experiences x'

He read the message and smiled, almost dickgirl's assumed that meant he would be afford to trying one of them out and the 1 he had dated had felt limited, each believing that they were his first, but in the end he meant what it said, he liked trying new things, new people, new intellectual nourishment, new space, and the like.

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

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

‘ Maybe we could go for coffee bean ? Or swallow ? 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 peter cat and mouse, regardless of whether or not she was his first, letting her believe she was made it so much more fun for the both of them.

‘ Sounds sex, I get off of oeuvre at five tomorrow, is there anywhere metropolis centre you'd like to go ?'

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

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

Day rolled over into night and Jason fell asleep with thoughts of Sarah, imagining her soft soundbox, her laying on her stomach, his stopcock slamming in and out of her hole, or of him laying on his spine, her atop of him missioner, the softness of her trunk pressed against his soma, her massive meridian and frame making him feel so little as they fucked.

phonograph needle to say, he awoke with wood, but, thanks to the joys of modern font life didn't have metre to screen himself out, instead needing to get himself cook to go to work, always hurried to do so.

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

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

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

He arrived dressed in his casual wearable as he set about work with his workfellow, designing an app for their electric current client, discussing features, passing on bod, holding merging, the unscathed thing was very lay back, though they conducted themselves seriously, taking superbia in their work and in the winner of their small organisation.

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

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

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

Saul shrugged,"I think it looks amercement, should be a success for them."

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

"Up for a few drinks with the team tonight ? There 's a new club a few streets over that has the slashed 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 minuteness and sweetheart were lusted after by centaur men while Centaurus woman, with their massive size, were often lusted after by man men, after all, their chest were seldom pocket-sized than the men 's heads.

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

Female centaurs rarely showed an interest in men with their practically petite size and female women simply couldn't handle centaur men, they were just too big, though there were exclusion, of course, love blossomed despite sex and some pocket-size Centaurus could get with some orotund world, gods knew he'd seen a duo such porn videos online, but it was still a mismatch.

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

"Oh ?"Paul laughed,"Another touchwood mates huh ?"

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

"Then,"Paul continued for him, mimicking his phonation,"Then you'll go back to hers or she'll come back to yours and someone will mount someone 's dick allllll night long and it'll be amazing and you can come into workplace the next day and brag 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 Apostle of the Gentiles rolled his eyes.

"Only about who gets to top."

Jason laughed and Paul the Apostle shook his head, smiling, returning to puzzle out 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 sempiternal wheel 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 ripe away.

As it was, for today at least, they hit their targets, pulling the app together and sending off, what they hoped was, the last version of the app to the client, where an email in the forenoon would sacrifice them the final verdict on whether any other variety needed to be made.

But for now at least, there was jubilation, the atonement that came with completing a project, as Alice Paul had said the team was getting together for a round of drinkable at a bar, but Jason had former architectural plan. As he checked the time on his phone he smiled, he'd be just in time for his date with Sarah. He glanced towards his bag and debated bringing it with him, it had many of his workplace data file in as well as his laptop, but it would be a painfulness to drag it around all eve. Anyway, he had his keys and notecase in the pocket of his coat, if at any stop over the weekend he needed his laptop computer it wasn't exactly a longsighted walk to find fault it up.

After deciding to leave it he stepped outside he wrapped his coat around himself a slight tighter, the winter months bringing with them an too soon dark and a chill to the evening that made him shiver, hunching his shoulder joint and resetting his scarf joint to be a little snugger around his neck.

Popping his collar to encourage protect him from the frigidness he dug his hands into his pocket, his breathing spell forming a mist as he began to take the air the streets towards the coffee bean shop they had agreed to adjoin at.

Checking his phone as he drew close to where he thought the cafe was he checked the time, he would be a few minutes early, but it was better than being a few minutes late he reasoned, once again checking the text edition 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 early side of meat of the street, smiling as he did, making his way towards it. As he passed the early commercial message buildings, shop class, cafe's, bars and eating place he noticed that many of them were Centaur friendly, their doors taller and broader, the ceilings high-pitched to accommodate.

He pursed his lips, feeling the frigidness air run through his scant 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 coffee bar he was heading towards sported the Sami broad tall door his mind made the in all probability connection.

He pushed open the threshold to the coffeehouse, the warmheartedness of the elbow room hitting him, the frigidity fleeing as he drew in a rich breath, the scent of chocolate and coat commingle with a less companion scent, but one he recognised all the same.

About two-thirds of the customers in the cafe were Centaurus, Male and female, standing at tall mesa varying in height with prominent coffee and Sweet, a scattering of humankind using custom high professorship let the two intermingle.

Sitting at one of the smaller table was a familiar fount, Sarah, her cubital joint resting on the bound of the mesa, palm against the slope of her read/write head, finger trailing absently through the wavy locks of her orange hair, her other manus resting on the rim of her cup, steam tracking in picayune tendrils through the bed cover of her fingers.

She was wearing a simple jersey, a logo from one of the centaur racing squad on the front, the bender of the shirt following the curvature of her boob, full and spectacular, the shirt stretched so tightly around them that he was pretty sure he could see the outline of a bra, the shirt trailing down over the thickness of her figure. While her legs betrayed a sign of mottling on a white-hot and orange coat she was mostly covered from the waist down in a warm casual gown that covered her back, rear and nates legs, the front two exposed with another slip of cloth trailing almost elegantly down the front.

As he started to twist his way between the mesa towards her, passing a coat rack that, thanks to the frigidness of the eventide, was laden with a few great looking jackets and coat, he started to unbutton his own fleshy coating, settling the taking into custody down and disentangle his scarf.

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

"Hey,"he said, mimicking his first message to her on Tinder as he slipped his pelage off from over his shoulder, laying it across the rachis of his high-pitched chair which he climbed up onto, a effort proving not to be too difficult given that she was certainly one of the pocket-size centaur, no nine foot behemoth as he had seen slipstream the nighttime before on tv, though six and a half foot was by no mean small by his standards.

"Hey yourself,"she said, her interpreter ample and welcoming as he settled to sit antonym her, her eyes a refulgent wild blue yonder, scanning over him curiously, drinking in his slender form and echt smiling, the looking at of backup man across her characteristic tangible.

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

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

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

She smirked playfully, her lips a cover girl shade of red as she reached across, taking his hand in her own, practically warmer deal, her grip voiced despite the bombastic size of her helping hand,"Sarah, can I get you your beginning coffee bean ?"

He tilted his forefront slightly as he pulled his hand back, resting his blazonry on the board, he'd been about to go get himself his own, but it would be rude to decline,"Please, Black person, no sugar."

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

He tilted his mind, quite shamelessly watching her ass as she walked, trying to assess how he felt about his date being a centaur. He had to include her butt was huge, her nightgown trailing down to the back of her knees, though at the hind end he could just see the end of her flowing hindquarters, the Lapp enchanting tad of orange as her hair.

As he watched her, wondering just where the dark might head, he realised that he was in fact completely alright with her being a centaur, though it did bring to mind the only if former snippet of information he had gained from her profile. She was packing.

Biting his lip he sat a footling straighter, thinking about the implications that entailed, beneath that wide-eyed gown lay something that was, in fact, completely new to him, as she had promised.

She returned to the table, smiling as she set the umber in strawman of him, smaller than hers, large for a human he quickly clasped his still cold hands around it, letting the heat from the cup employment into his fingers, warming him.

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

"Oh, I'm a barkeeper, the hour are a footling sly sometimes but I enjoy it, you ?"she replied with a smile.

"I'm with a small firm, we design apps and stuff, It's pretty fun work though it can be nerve-racking sometimes, tight deadlines, annoying node, the like."

She nodded along, listening and watching him all the while, her look one of intrigue and interest,"Sounds fairly sang-froid, you work near here ?"

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

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

He smirked a minuscule, a not so insidious steer on her part that her pad was a five-minute walk of life from here, he wondered just what she was looking for from this, though he figured she wasn't looking to top, given their congeneric size.

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

Jason raised an brow,"Actually, you're the first 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, people tend to ask a thousand questions."

He smiled,"Figured that might be bounderish. And it's not like I don't know things about centaur in ecumenical. That, and I want to get to bonk who you are, that 's more of import than what you are."

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

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

She shook her head, smiling.

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

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

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

She laughed, a warm fat 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 roll in the hay you're cute when you blush ?"

"Ha, thanks,"he said, rubbing the book binding of his head a minuscule as he chuckled bashfully, lowering his script back to the mesa to smile.

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

He thought about it for a moment,"Isn't that, you know, a footling clumsy having citizenry down there ?"

"Only if I get hard."she smirked, drawing out another of his blush 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 petty tufts at the vertebral column of your hooves ?"he asked, curious since they stuck out a little longer than the rest of her coat.

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

"They do,"he said, her smile deepening as they sipped from their 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 eye, but smiled,"Ooor, we could hit up a club ? I know a good one just up the road."

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

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

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

He stepped down from the chair and collected his scarf and coat from the cover, of his chair, shrugging his coat on, subconsciously feeling for his paint and wallet, making sure both were in their put pockets before opting to satiate his scarf into an inside pouch, figuring he wouldn't need it if it was such a short walk.

Regardless he buttoned up his coat, popped his leash 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 count like Sherlock hm ?"

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

"True,"Sarah smirked and followed him towards the entryway of the coffee shop, pausing only briefly to retrieve her own heavy wintertime coat from the stand, pulling it over and around herself, joining him outside.

He looked up at her, capable to properly size her for the first fourth dimension now they were extraneous and it seemed she was doing the same, a hush here and now passing between them as they looked one another over.

The top of his head came up to her shoulders, conveniently, at least for him, putting her full swell of her breast at just below his eye degree. With her build, being taller and thicker than his, she seemed practically amazonian in balance, making him feel lowly 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 picayune, enjoying her company and the pleasant lovingness of their organic structure so close together as they walked, just the right amount of intimacy.

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

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

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

She grinned, looking ahead,"Those are the comfortably 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,"semen on, out with it ?"

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

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

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

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

He blushed brightly, which only caused her to express mirth Sir Thomas More, squeezing him again, enjoying his discomfort.

He walked alongside her, his arm looped with hers and found himself in a status he seldom came across, he was on the back foot, Sarah taking the hint it seemed, causing him to redden and finger uncertain as to whether or not she was teasing or being true. He had, after all, come out here with the almost verbalise purpose of getting some action, how difficult would it be to believe that she had come out with the same intentions ? The thoroughly girl vibes he'd gotten from her profile, with her lovesome friendly smile and lentigo speckled face seemed, increasingly he thought, to mask a not so innocent slope to her.

They arrived at the, he thought, hilariously named, ‘ Centaur of Attention'and stepped in through the blanket framed threshold into the familiar star that came with, Jason knew, any golf-club, the scents of people and alcoholic beverage, the club thrumming to a beat that he'd heard before, but couldn't name, the crowd, to his surprise, a pretty even mix of human and centaur, the space inside dominated by a mainly vacant saltation level in the heart, ringed with board, booths and the ever demonstrate bar.

He looked up at Sarah who was smiling, nodding her head a short to the beat of the music 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, trusted ! What do you drink ?"He asked, raising his voice over the thumping of the music, unbuttoning his coat.

She pursed her lip a piddling thinking even as she looked around, giving the club a cursory glance to see if she could locate any obvious gaps,"Uh, I'll just get 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 view of her, strangely admiring of the equid figure under the gown draped over her.

He tore his middle away from her, making his way towards the bar, finding one of the spots reserved for humans, a few steps leading him up so he could rest his elbows on the smooth polished surface of the bar where he set about the age old contest of trying to catch the barman 's eye, a challenge, given he was peaking over the edge of the counter practically like a child, stood side by side to a nine foot Centaur guy, his palm on the sideboard and his arms straight as he peered forward.

Jason glanced the monolithic centaur over, speedy and childlike, sizing him up. He furrowed his brow a little glancing back to where Sarah was, making her way to a mesa that was just being vacated. If she was a tail, 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 hear his name, from a familiar voice, no less.

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

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

Jason peered around the lodge, his eye going wide as he spotted Sarah at her table, glancing around he found his team, mercifully not right adjacent to her, practically on the former side of the club,"Ah, I knew you were going clubbing but I didn't know here ! No, I'm here with my appointment !"

"Oh, no kidding ? Which one is she, no waiting ! Let me visualise it out !"he laughed and peered around the room,"This should be easy… Is she, oh, roll in the hay !"

"What ?"Jason asked, raising his eyebrow at his Friend and co-worker.

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

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

Apostle Paul turned to him, his eyes broad, surprisal on his boyish features,"You're kidding ?"

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

Jason turned back to the bar, a mid-sized centaur peering across at him, questioning,"Oh er, no, can I get a Canterbury Ale, two pints and a Jack and blow, single ?"The barman nodded and Jason turned his attention back to Saul, who had a grin on his face,"What's with that smell ?"

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

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

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

Jason laughed too and nudged him,"Ass."

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

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

"Pff, not blooming likely."

They shared a joke and Apostle of the Gentiles grabbed his drink, seemingly having been served before Jason had arrived at the bar,"Hey, if the appointment goes bad come over and join us yeah ? Don't just get all sad and bounce."

"Aye, I will, cheers Paul."

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

Jason watched for a minute as Paul rejoined the mathematical group, biting his lip, wondering for a minute whether or not he would taper 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 near people.

He turned back to the bar just as the Centaur placed down a two-pint stein of Ale and a methamphetamine of gob and blow, the two spyglass looking comically dissimilar in size when placed side by position. He fished in his coat scoop and drew out his debit card which he booped against the proffered device, the contactless card quickly and simply making the necessary payment.

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

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

She smirked and nodded, lifting the stein with a worrying ease in one mitt, leading him to wonder just how strong she was, taking that first of all 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 Friend, though I work with him too, he brought the workplace crew out for drinks."

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

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

She laughed a little,"Ahh I see, that makes sense I suppose. He seemed skillful ! 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 zero to her,"That 's just not fair,"he said with a grin.

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

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

She laughed, shrugging casually and lifting the Stein to her lips, taking another deep drunkenness, as her head tilted back slightly he couldn't help but glance down, admiring the voluminousness of her white meat against her shirt, straining to meet him.

"It's not my fault 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 because she likely weighed more than four clock time what he did. They talked about celluloid, euphony, sport, their interests surprisingly aligning quite well, they enjoyed the like musicians, genres of film and, to their pleasure as they got in a new stave, found out they had even once been to the same gig a couple of years back.

They refilled their deglutition a duad of time and the club began to liven up, the dance level becoming busier as the loudness of the music began to sneak upwards, drowning out conversation leaving only the garish shouters to continue to talk.

To hear one another Jason and Sarah had been forced to lean across the table, bringing themselves quite close to one another, allowing him to better look up to her gorgeous feature, the comprehensiveness of her mouth, the profundity of her eyes, the accentuating marvel of her lentigo.

Lazily as they talked, one handwriting clasped around her beer mug, her early toyed with a lock of her glorious sunup orange pilus, fingers twirling the wavelike duration.

As they tried to discuss the race they had both watched that Nox gone, a song started to take on that they both recognised as being the creative person they had seen separately together at the gig.

In a long draft, Sarah drained the remaining two-thirds of her current two-pint of ale and set it down with a thunk and a contented little suspiration, her expression turning into one of gloat as she registered his dazed expression with how quickly she had drained her glass.

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

He stared at her for a few farsighted moments, mouth open, feeling his head buzz with the alcohol from however many drinking he'd had, he looked down at his half-empty chicken feed, then up into the promising brass of his gorgeous centaur date.

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

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

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

He kept it wide-eyed, nix fancy, but her dance was feminine, drill and astoundingly graceful, something he hadn't expected from someone effectively with two left feet.

He stared at her, marveling in her simple complete beauty, her eyes closed, her body swaying, human foot stepping to the music, her waist gyrating as her hands traced up her incline to be held above her straits, her hair with a wild edge to it as she opened her middle, half-lidded, smirking at him, her cheeks flushed with colour, her expression sultry, desirous.

The tempo to the music changed with the vocal, so lost in her visual modality of beauty he almost stumbled, her script reaching out to catch him, laughing as she steadied him, her eyes shining in the motley Light that flooded the dance floor, her skin polishing with a footling sweat.

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

Swallowing he nodded and she gave him a little squeeze, taking his arm once more in hers as they started to walk, albeit a little unsteadily from the dancing storey towards the going, 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 cold of the evening he hardly felt it, warmed as he was by her company and the alcoholic drink flowing through him, he left his coat unbuttoned as he walked alongside her, not paying attention to where his feet were taking him, following her lead.

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

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

He blushed some and glanced back at the horse part of her sceptically, but even guessing at what she might have in mind, he found himself excited, not afraid, he wanted to explore her, to learn, to know, to, he was surprised to chance, prepare her feel good.

He swallowed as they walked, her hooves clipping beside him as they made their way through the streets, his tenderness beating a little faster, his senses a petty heightened, he felt the thing he'd been missing with so many of his premature dates, a spark, a diminutive little flaming of romance.

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

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

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

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

She laughed a little, her fingers squeezing into the blurriness of his waistline slightly,"Oooh so you're an affectionate drunk ?"

He blushed brightly, feeling a footling annoyance well up in him for not being taken seriously,"N-no !"he hesitated,"fountainhead, 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 learn into him,"Mm… fountainhead I like like you too, Jason. Now how about we stop worrying about pudden-head stuff like that and get you home to enjoy a fount full of horse cock. We can save all those words for the first light when we're sober."

He opened his mouth to react, but the dustup, ‘ face wax of sawhorse putz'swept through his thinker. He really would have something to talk to Apostle of the Gentiles about, he realised in an odd moment of clarity.

"Here we are."

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

He hadn't known what to carry when it came to centaur housing, he had expected it to be immense suite and sprawling ace storey complexes, so he was surprised to find that it was an especially magniloquent edifice, the windows on the exterior indicating that each level 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 reckon anything of them, he'd never considered, or noticed that they were centaur apartments.

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

He must bear been staring as he felt Sarah postulate him by the paw,"Come on !"she urged, tugging him along with a smile.

They waited for a lift at a row of four, another agreeableness he hadn't expected and was given a surprised smell by another Centauress as she stepped from the rhytidectomy, making for the exit to the building.

He smiled meekly and followed Sarah into the Brobdingnagian lift, designed to be able to hold, it seemed, two of the a great deal orotund centaur's there was enough room for Sarah to comfortably turn around in.

As the face lift started to slowly wage hike, painfully slow he turned to Sarah, another interrogative pressing at his mind,"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 speak, her paw moving under his implements of war and in an instant she had lifted him up into the air, his feet hanging off the ground as she took a step forward, pressing him into the mirror on the far bulwark of the lift, her lips pressing tight to his.

He arched his back against her, his mitt moving to her shoulders, only pushing for a moment, surprised by the sudden affair and movement, but relaxed quickly, her head tilting as she pressed her full easy lips tight against his, her ponderous replete 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 smile she stepped back, lowering him to his unfirm feet, he leaned back against the iciness of the lift 's wall, panting softly as he looked to Sarah, who stood there, smirking gleefully.

"There is actually a staircase with big wide steps. We don't like steps, but in an emergency, we can use them,"she explained, innocently.

"W-wha ?"he stammered, pushing himself off the wall to take a few nervous gradation her way.

"In case of a fire."she nodded.

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

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

She glanced across at Jason and smirked, offering up a playful flash as she dipped a bridge player down the front of her T-shirt, fishing in her prominent segmentation for a bit before retrieving a exclusive key.

She unlocked the threshold and swung it open, motioning with a hand motion for Jason to keep her, which he did, stepping into her flat and gawping a little as he looked around.

The place was absolutely huge, high ceilinged throughout with more than enough space to be comfortable for Sarah to move about without having to constantly worry about spacing. The door opened into the support room and he noticed they were quite high up, not quite the top floor but the windows still offered a view over much of the metropolis, a TV in one corner next to the biggest bean bag he'd ever seen joining onto a kitchen area, separated by a breakfast bar that, he assumed doubled as her dining table.

"Wow… Sarah this spot is amazing ! It's like, three times the size of my place, it's…"he hesitated, pursing his mouth,"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 housing to entice more of us to come springy and work in the city."she explained then grinned,"You really break up sexy poppycock 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 vulgarism writer ? fall in 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 oral cavity to respond, but bit his lip, he so close to her he could almost taste her lip on his, his regard lost in her scintillation 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 manus in the collar of her T-shirt and tugged her forward, bring her mouth to his. He felt his heart skip a beatnik as their back talk met, minor flabby kisses, her manus trailing to his articulatio humeri, pushing his coat off and down his torso, making him release her tee, though not breaking the buss so she could toss 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 careful since it likely had her phone in it, but once cast aside her hands returned to his, eager and wanting.

Their kiss deepened, psyche tilting as her handwriting slid under the backrest of his shirt, tracing up his back, letting the smooth skin of his organic structure passing under her fingertips as their spit slowly danced and mingled, exploring one another.

opinion emboldened by their buss and her touch he slid his work force around her shank, digit easing under the tush of her shirt to caress slowly up, squeezing at the plushness of her stomach, her traveling bag drawing him confining to her, urging him on, urging his hands up.

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

He pulled his hand back and up, following the wide-cut gallant of the cup until his finger's breadth found their way to the border of the one-half cups, fingertips finding soft flesh to press into, bringing a groan from her lips around his tongue.

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

He'd never been with a plus-sized woman before and in an second, he knew it was for him. Before she even had her shirt off over her fountainhead she felt his lip against the full dandy of her breasts, kissing and exploring, his face pressing into the softness her breasts offered, his hands lower, caressing over the rhythm fuzziness of her stomach, his finger's breadth sinking into it here and there.

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

She reached around behind her, her cheeks flushed with colour and a sonant smirk on her good red back talk as she looked down at him, his face pressed eagerly to her full breast, kissing and nuzzling, his manus tracing over her gentle stomach admiringly. Casually she cast the surgical gown from her mottled whiten and Orange torso, mainly lily-white at the front with an orangeness splodge on her left knee and white hip, her windsock white and her ass mostly orange.

Following that she reached up behind herself, unhooking the powerful clench to her tough bra, letting out a indulgent sigh of relief as she shuffled it off her shoulders, the strap no longer digging into her articulatio humeri, Jason letting out a cushy moan as her breast slipped downwards slightly, away from his searching mouth, no longer held up and supported by her bra they laid naturally against her chest, her unvoiced mammilla not poking out far, a little across-the-board than average.

"Jason, ah, why don't- Ah !"She had been about to advise he divert the tending of his back talk scummy to one of her sensitive nipples, but he'd seemingly had the like thought, drawing one of her tender pink nubs between his lips, suckling as his tongue flicked over it, sending little electric discharge of pleasure arcing through her chest.

He pressed his face into the clotheshorse of her breast, moaning into it as he felt its sleek warmth against intrude and Kuki, his hand subconsciously drifting down in a V over her venter, across her navel to where his mind was telling he'd find a womanhood or a cock, instead his hired hand traced across the smooth bristling of her coat, his eyes hatchway and he leaned back, blinking up at her.

They shared a brief bit before they both laughed, realising his wrongdoing and she leaned back, starting to unbutton his shirt as he looked down, getting his beginning actual spirit at her consistence, uncase and bared before him.

Her stomach was full and slightly rounded, plush to his speck, but not out of place on her quite a squat design, Thomas More akin to that of a pony than a stallion. Her bosom weren't as perky as they had appeared under her shirt, but her chest, resting naturally still offered a valley of enticing cleavage he wanted to get.

He felt her hands sweep across his shoulders, pushing his shirt back and off, drawing his attention 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 phase, half-lidded, sultry.

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

He let out a gasp as she picked up him in her arms, his sleeve laced over her shoulder joint behind her cervix, his pegleg gripping her waist as she squeezed his ass, taking a step back around the buffet then forward towards a doorway.

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

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

She seemed to think for a mo, before pursing her lips and shrugging amicably, her tonicity diffuse and laced with irony,"Oh I was thinking we could cuddle and tattle about sports and flowers and stuff ?"

Jason tilted his top dog, his psyche still addled by their drinking before,"R ... Really ?"

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

He opened his rima oris in surprise as he felt, for a second, weightless, closing his eye 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 comfy but he felt it shift, 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 equid trunk above his head, and, as he looked down, he saw it, dispelling any doubt in his creative thinker about her. She was packing heat and he absolutely wanted it.

Her cock was as hard as steel under her trunk, as big as her forearm and Sir Thomas More than a small bit thicker, a easy pinko at the top deepening in shade half way down, typically equine in shape with a ridgepole halfway down the length, the texture seemingly changing to be voiced, the tip, while flared, was only so a footling bit.

Beyond and hanging low were two huge balls in a darker liberation, each orb easily as big as his clenched fist and he couldn't service but inquire at what kind of load they could give rise, he swallowed, they would produce.

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

He glanced to his side and saw himself staring back, as well as Sarah's own expectant gaze, one hand resting on the far bulwark as she leaned forward, the other cupping and massaging one of her full bosom. It was then that he realised that virtually the intact one-fourth paries of her bedroom 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 dick loomed over him.

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

He hesitated for a instant, not out of anxiety or nerves, but simply so he could look up to it, take in its sheer size of it. He could feel the heat of her cock radiating against his face and he swallowed, parting his lips and leaning forward, kissing the very tip, drawing out a relieved sigh from Sarah who had gone too long without this kind of attention.

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

"Oh nooky, ah, Jason…"she panted softly, her optic glued on the panorama as she lowered herself slightly, the bulk of her frame looming depress until he no longer needed to support his height with his elbow, freeing his former paw to worship her equine length.

He wrapped both his hands around her turncock, jerking her off against her spit-shined tip which he continued to snog and lick eagerly at, pressing his face and lips into the squashy hot human body of her meaty shaft heading, loving on it with everything he had to give.

Sarah had to steady herself against the paries, feeling her wooden leg go fallible as pleasure coursed through her, threatening to whelm her. While she was sure he would survive her falling on him, it was a very squishy beanbag after all, she doubted it would be comfortable, so she did the skillful she could to stay standing, utterly unable to tear her oculus away from the shot of the gorgeous guy beneath her, doing his very comfortably to pleasure her unrelenting buck cock.

He let out a storm little sound as, with his lips pressed against the nerve center of her cockhead he felt a pulse of hot liquid between his rim, surprised for a mo he thought she was already losing her load, but, he realised, it was simply her pre, her balls so huge that even this midget amount for her was practically a taste for him.

He swirled the thick clean fluid around his lip, with his tongue, coating her cock head in her own pre, making it slicker and wetter as he let the sleep of the hot pre, a little salty, a little musky but enticing all the same, slide down his pharynx into his waiting stomach.

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

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

He leaned in, feeling the odd softness of her monumental pouch against his facial expression 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 phonation coming out a little shaky, her voice heavy with lust, interlard with pleasured pant and moans as he complied.

He sucked on the huge balls in front of him, feeling the fogginess of her sackful pull between his lips with each attractor, cupping her testicle, admiring their weight unit, the promise that came with such massive orbs.

"Now back to the tip,"she commanded, swallowing as sweat began to form on her blench skin, her hooves shuffling against the diffuse embrace the sturdy beanbag offered as she struggled to bear still.

He gave each of her massive orbs one last longing kiss before he tilted his head back kissing the underside of her dick, leaving soft, teasing holy man kisses up the veined length trough he once more regain her pre-dripping tip, which he instantly caught on his tongue, not wanting to be wasteful.

His hands worked at the last few inches of her thick hot shaft, squeezing and massaging it, stroking it into his mouth as he tried to charter 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 mouth and knife, which he swirled to raise her pleasure, as her coxa were urged forward slightly, Sarah unable to moderate her lust, no longer even looking at him in the mirror, her hands against the bulwark, her head bowed as she panted and moaned hard.

Despite how foresightful he suspected it might've been since her last exit she was no quickfire, making him work for his ‘ wages ’. Jason might not receive been laden with bulging musculus, but he was fit, yet even he was beginning to play out as the transactions passed, his rim, with her vapid tip constantly being bumped against them were fuller and softer, slick magazine with her pre and his expectoration, his arms tired but his clench house, jerking her off.

By now her tool was slipperiness, his workings, massaging finger's breadth having spread their bring together fluids over the steely equid length, allowing his finger to quickly track over her cock, feeling each protuberance, each venous blood vessel, each ridge as they passed under his fingers.

"G-god, piece of tail, Jason, I'm close…"he heard her voice, distant and watery between moaning gasps, a dissonance he could certainly get used to, her sounds of pleasure plenteous and full phase of the moon, warming even as he felt her already hard peter stiffen and jerk between his finger's breadth, pulling up the tip flaring more as he tried to watch it between his lips.

"Jason ! !"

He had intended to lay aside them both a job and keep the mess of her orgasm contained to his mouth, eager and more than happy to swallow her equid load, but cipher could've ever prepared him for the first plosion of cum between his lip.

In an instant his oral fissure was full phase of the moon, cum spilling from his lips to diminish in thick watercourse down over his Chin and neck, hot and viscous it flowed across his tegument like run from a, particularly lewd, volcano.

He gulped down the seminal fluid that dominated his sass, its taste unique and penetrating as he tried to swallow.

He closed his lips to quaff but as he did her massive turncock twitched again, each vellication punctuated by a sharp gasp of thoroughgoing bliss from Sarah. Her sec impulse of buck cum slathered his face, painting him white in the flagellation of thick cream, dripping down to cake his dresser, spilling across his bare consistency and matting his hair.

He struggled to make her cock, each pulse so forceful it almost jerked the slick shaft relinquish from his well-worn grip, but he held on, his mental reasoning being to localise the mess, but he knew it was more vivid, he wanted this, though his sex and inebriant addled mind couldn't reason why.

Pulse after pulse jetted out of her cock, adding layers to the cum that glued his eye shut, that filled his sass each time he tried to clear it, swallowing greedily, so ample that he found himself running low on air, his face so smothered in it he couldn't draw air in through his olfactory organ or mouth.

Sarah was in out-and-out heaven, the delight and fill-in intense as she managed to open her centre, albeit to mere dent, looking out towards the mirror, watching as her distant dick pulsed, marking her territory as he, to her surprisal, even now continued to try and stroke her shaft.

She felt a pleasurable shake start at her tail and vibrate all the way up her spine to her neck, leaving her feeling so flooded with endorphins that had he asked, she might even have 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 trickling as, with surprising speed her cock wilted, going easygoing between his finger, his implements of war falling alongside him as her shaft retreated away from him to her shaft.

He lay there, limp, his hairsbreadth, aspect, chest and body coated with a midst level of her addictive equine seed. He cleared his mouth, swallowing what little still filled it and licked his well up lips, hearing her measure away, sitting down beside him on the beanbag, her sudden system of weights 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 mouth 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 peel was sly with travail and her pilus dishevelled into an almost pictorial matter perfect display of ‘ sexy messy ’.

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

"Mm, you're a keeper,"she all but purred, her paw caressing delicately over his once hunky-dory hair.

He grinned a piddling, eyes still closed and felt the exhaustion starting to ooze in, he wanted to slumber, wanted to confine her, cuddle and buss, but something was more pressing,"U-uh… Sarah ?"

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

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

She giggled, bright and felicitous .