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

His colleague and booster Saul of Tarsus had suggested to him that he try out Tinder and, to commence with at least, he'd loved the estimation of it, see a fille, read her profile and if you felt compatible, swipe right, if not, swipe left, well-fixed right ? But as days had passed and conversation with equal led nowhere but the periodic hookup he had, as many did, grown to dislike the nature of the animal, no longer bothering to read their visibility or checking for any compatibility, now, as he lay on his couch, the TV in the background playing some mindless sports he only barely glanced at each women 's pictures before he swiped right on them.

Jason was, he knew, not by any means unattractive, he had a slender frame with warm friendly features, short brown hair and liked to deal himself quite open.

tinder had netted him a few date, a match with women, a duo with dickgirls and though many had ended in a memorable night, sometimes with him on top, sometimes not, none had given him that spark he was really looking for.

He paused as he made a compeer, no longer feeling the frisson of surprise and exhilaration as he had initially been, but he was still rummy to see who'd swiped right on him.

The missy that popped up on his provender was cute, a bright attractive smile, blue center and red fuzz, clamber pale but with an adorable smattering of freckles, she looked to be plus sized, not something he'd experienced yet on the dating vista but certainly not something that put him off her. Beauty was beauty, and sometimes having a little extra made for a more pleasant experience, soft and warm, more decompress and make love, or so he figured, anyway.

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

He raised his eyebrows some, six and a half foot was magniloquent, almost a pes taller than himself and yet another thing he'd never before experienced in a partner.

He leaned back and thought about what she would be like, as tall as she was and plus sized too she would be a figure to behold. consecrate the measurements he was aware of, after all, he couldn't help but inquire just how well equipped she would likely be between her thighs too.

As he was scrolling through her pictures, all selfies from a low angle that mainly just showed her gorgeous smiling face, only a few duck soup capturing a hint of the seemingly impressive size of her bust, a little bubble popped up in the low-down corner of his screen.

‘ Hey'

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

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

‘ You ok ? X'

He smiled, a missy who jumped straight to leaving x's on their messages were usually interest, ‘ 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 foot tall and built like a tank was grinning, speaking to a reporter who was stood on a set of footprint holding a mike up to him, discussing his win, ‘ Me too lol, It's unhinged how fast they are.'

‘ I know haha x'

He smiled a lilliputian and looked towards the TV, they were an interesting addition to lodge he thought, up until fifty or so age ago they had lived in their own metropolis and enclaves, but over the last few decennium had integrated into society, becoming a recognizable part of casual life.

Sure there were challenges, after all their sizing and physical differences meant they needed unique housing and many readiness were labelled as human only, not out of any segregation, but simply because a nine foot tall muscled animal of a centaur simply couldn't enter many man organization. You couldn't just exact a stallion to the cinema or to a restaurant, after all.

However many places had opened, especially recently, run by centaur and human being alike to cater to their motive, living accommodations was built specially for them and, in a apoplexy of togetherness and unity, was no longer referred to as ‘ stabling ’.

‘ Your visibility said you liked new experiences x'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He did and slack up, a smile on his face, tomorrow he might see that spark. Worst case scenario he knew, at least he'd at to the lowest degree get laid.

Day rolled over into nighttime and Jason fell asleep with view of Sarah, imagining her flabby body, her laying on her venter, his prick slamming in and out of her hole, or of him laying on his back, her atop of him missionary, the softness of her trunk pressed against his form, her massive height and frame making him feel so minuscule as they fucked.

Needless to say, he awoke with wood, but, thanks to the joys of advanced living didn't have prison term to sort himself out, instead needing to get himself make to go to influence, always hurried to do so.

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

He checked his phone and found he had a text from an unknown bit. After saving the contact as ‘ Sarah ( T )'he checked the message. She had listed an destination just a few streets over from where he worked and while he didn't know the coffee shop by epithet, he at to the lowest degree knew whereabouts it was.

He texted back the okay and they agreed to take on 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 co-workers, designing an app for their current client, discussing feature film, passing on physical body, holding meetings, the whole thing was very laid back, though they conducted themselves seriously, taking pridefulness in their piece of work and in the succeeder of their minuscule organisation.

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

"Eh it was nothing,"Jason smirked, picking up the cup,"I just explained that if we were going to make all the variety they wanted how a lot it would cost them. They saw our dot of scene rather quickly once they saw the numbers."

Paul chuckled and shook his straits,"How come they always want to modify their idea on the bag design like, a week from us finishing ?"

Jason shrugged,"They don't put enough thought into how they want it all displayed. They only ever say what they want not how they want it presented. It 's tough to know that before you see the app, then once you do, it's never how you envisioned it. But oh well."

Paul shrugged,"I think it looks fine, should be a achiever for them."

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

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

Jason chuckled, human and Centaur family relationship were rare but not unheard of, they mainly just served as eye candy for one another. human being girlfriend for their diminutiveness and beauty were lusted after by centaur men while Centaurus cleaning woman, with their monolithic size, were often lusted after by human men, after all, their breasts were seldom smaller than the men 's heads.

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

female person centaur rarely showed an interest in men with their practically diminutive size of it and female women simply couldn't grip Centaur men, they were just too big, though there were exceptions, of track, love blossomed despite sex and some smaller centaurs could get with some larger human race, God knew he'd seen a couple such pornography videos online, but it was still a mismatch.

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

"Oh ?"Saul of Tarsus laughed,"Another kindling 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 fall back to yours and someone will ride someone 's cock allllll night long and it'll be amazing and you can come into oeuvre 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 Saul rolled his eyes.

"Only about who gets to top."

Jason laughed and Paul shook his nous, smiling, returning to process as the two of them continued their movement on the app, passing body-build to and fro from coders to graphics, to testing to stake again.

It was an sempiternal rhythm 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 right away.

As it was, for today at to the lowest degree, they hit their object, pulling the app together and sending off, what they hoped was, the last version of the app to the customer, where an email in the morning would give them the concluding verdict on whether any other modification needed to be made.

But for now at to the lowest degree, there was jubilation, the satisfaction that came with completing a project, as Alice Paul had said the squad was getting together for a round of drinks at a bar, but Jason had other architectural plan. As he checked the clock time on his telephone set he smiled, he'd be just in meter for his day of the month with Sarah. He glanced towards his bag and debated bringing it with him, it had many of his work files in as well as his laptop, but it would be a annoyance to drag it around all even. Anyway, he had his keys and wallet in the scoop of his coat, if at any distributor point over the weekend he needed his laptop computer it wasn't exactly a long walk to plunk it up.

After deciding to leave it he stepped outside he wrapped his coating around himself a footling tighter, the wintertime months bringing with them an early dark and a quiver to the evening that made him shiver, hunching his shoulders and resetting his scarf to be a little snugger around his neck.

Popping his dog collar to further protect him from the low temperature he dug his hands into his air hole, his breath forming a mist as he began to walk the streets towards the chocolate shop they had agreed to encounter at.

Checking his phone as he drew close to where he thought the coffee shop was he checked the time, he would be a few arcminute early, but it was better than being a few minutes late he reasoned, once again checking the text from Sarah, ‘ Greyson Street ’, he glanced up at the sign on the quoin which at to the lowest degree confirmed he was in the correct seat, now he only had to find the Cafe in doubt ‘ The Peace and Pace Cafe ’.

He spotted it several buildings down and on the other side of the street, smiling as he did, making his way towards it. As he passed the former commercial building, shop class, coffee bar's, bars and restaurants he noticed that many of them were Centaur friendly, their room access taller and broader, the cap higher to accommodate.

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

As he noticed the cafe he was heading towards sported the same full tall door his mind made the in all likelihood connection.

He pushed open the door to the cafe, the affectionateness of the room hitting him, the dusty fleeing as he drew in a deeply breathing place, the scent of coffee and coat mixed with a less familiar scent, but one he recognised all the same.

About two-thirds of the customers in the coffee shop were Centaur, male and female, standing at tall mesa varying in height with gravid chocolate and sweets, a scattering of humans using custom high chairs let the two intermingle.

Sitting at one of the smaller mesa was a familiar face, Sarah, her elbow resting on the bound of the table, ribbon against the position of her head, fingers trailing absently through the wavy lock chamber of her orange tree hair, her other mitt resting on the rim of her cup, steam trailing in little tendrils through the spread of her fingers.

She was wearing a simple jersey, a logotype from one of the centaur racing team on the straw man, the curve of the shirt following the curve of her breasts, full and prominent, the shirt stretched so tightly around them that he was pretty sure he could see the precis of a bra, the shirt trailing down over the thickness of her figure. While her peg betrayed a star sign of mottling on a whiteness and orange coat she was mostly covered from the waist down in a affectionate casual night-robe that covered her back, buttocks and rear legs, the front two exposed with another skid of fabric trailing almost elegantly down the front.

As he started to wrap his way between the tables towards her, passing a coat rack that, thanks to the coldness of the eventide, was laden with a few big looking jacket and coat, he started to unbutton his own punishing coat, settling the collar down and unwound his scarf.

He was a duet of board away when she spotted him, her eyes 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 divine revelation of her nature.

"Hey,"he said, mimicking his first message to her on punk as he slipped his coat off from over his articulatio humeri, laying it across the spinal column of his senior high school chair which he climbed up onto, a exploit proving not to be too unmanageable given that she was certainly one of the smaller centaur, no nine understructure behemoth as he had seen subspecies the dark before on tv, though six and a half metrical unit was by no substance small by his standards.

"Hey yourself,"she said, her voice rich and welcoming as he settled to sit diametric her, her eyes a radiant blueness, scanning over him curiously, drinking in his slender build and genuine grinning, the look of moderation across her feature of speech tangible.

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

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

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

She smirked playfully, her lips a cover girl tincture of red as she reached across, taking his hand in her own, very much lovesome hand, her grip soft despite the larger size of her manus,"Sarah, can I get you your outset chocolate ?"

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

She smiled and nodded, taking a couple of whole tone back from the tabular array before turning and making her way cautiously through the early generously space mesa towards the counter where one of the aforesaid heavyweight was being served.

He tilted his head, quite shamelessly watching her ass as she walked, trying to valuate how he felt about his date being a centaur. He had to admit her rear end was huge, her gown trailing down to the spine of her knees, though at the bottom 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 dark might lead, he realised that he was in fact completely okeh with her being a Centaur, though it did bring to mind the only other snip of information he had gained from her visibility. She was packing.

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

She returned to the tabular array, smiling as she set the coffee in front end of him, smaller than hers, large for a human being he quickly clasped his still cold hands around it, letting the oestrus from the cup body of work 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 bartender, the hours are a piffling dodgy sometimes but I enjoy it, you ?"she replied with a smile.

"I'm with a modest firm, we design apps and stuff, It's pretty fun study though it can be trying sometimes, closely deadlines, annoying client, the like."

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

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

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

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

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

Jason raised an eyebrow,"Actually, you're the number one 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 rude. And it's not like I don't know affair about Centaur in general. That, and I want to get to do it who you are, that 's more than of import than what you are."

Judging by the rosiness that formed across her nerve under her light smattering of freckles and the warm trivial grin, that had been the right answer,"So no questions at all ?"she asked as if fishing.

He took a sip of her umber, maybe she just liked talking about centaur stuff,"Well…"he rested his Kuki-Chin on the back of his hand, contemplating for a moment,"You don't mind ?"

She shook her head, smiling.

"Okay, well,"he lowered his representative to an almost conspiratorial tone,"How do you, you know, neat ? At the spinal column ?"

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

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

She laughed, a tender racy sound that was infective, a smile creeping to his own lips as he realised she was teasing,"I know what you meant Jason, did you live you're cute when you flush ?"

"Ha, thanks,"he said, rubbing the back of his school principal a trivial as he chuckled bashfully, lowering his hand back to the board to smile.

"I've got a really big shower with really hard jets, gets almost everything it needs to, you just, like, put the liquid state Georgia home boy in the shower brain and after a lilliputian while it runs out to just piddle and it rinses it out. But every few mean solar day I go to a groomer, trim the hair, get my hooves done, that sort of matter,"she explained, delighted to see just how attentively Jason was listening.

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

"Only if I get hard."she smirked, drawing out another of his flush 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 trivial tufts at the back of your hooves ?"he asked, curious since they stuck out a little yearner 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 bean ? Or…"she left the relief suspension, curious.

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

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

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

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

"Mm !"she responded eagerly, taking a footstep back from the table, waiting for him to join her.

He stepped down from the professorship and collected his scarf and coat from the back, of his professorship, shrugging his pelage on, subconsciously feeling for his paint and wallet, making sure as shooting both were in their assigned pockets before opting to stuff his scarf into an inside pocket, figuring he wouldn't need it if it was such a short 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 private detective hm ?"

He laughed a fiddling and shrugged, motioning with his capitulum towards the cafe's door,"I mean he's got panache ?"

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

He looked up at her, able to properly size her for the first gear time now they were outside and it seemed she was doing the Saami, a placidity moment passing between them as they looked one another over.

The top of his head came up to her berm, conveniently, at least for him, putting her full dude of her titty at just below his eye spirit level. With her bod, being taller and thicker than his, she seemed practically amazonian in balance, making him find humble 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 petty, enjoying her company and the pleasant warmth of their bodies so close together as they walked, just the rectify 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 weeping,"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,"Come on, out with it ?"

He bit his lip,"... jerked meat off ?"

She let out a soft jest and gave his arm a piano affectionate wring,"Asking the real questions now, hm ?"

"wellspring 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 appointment with cute boys like you and see where it leads."

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

He walked alongside her, his arm looped with hers and found himself in a location he seldom came across, he was on the vertebral column foot, Sarah taking the lead it seemed, causing him to blush and feel uncertain as to whether or not she was teasing or being honest. He had, after all, come out here with the almost express intent of getting some action, how unmanageable would it be to believe that she had come out with the same intention ? The good girl vibes he'd gotten from her profile, with her warm favorable smile and freckle speckled buttock seemed, increasingly he thought, to dissemble a not so innocent side of meat to her.

They arrived at the, he thought, hilariously named, ‘ Centaur of attention'and stepped in through the wide ensnare door into the familiar sensations that came with, Jason knew, any society, the scents of people and alcohol, the club thrumming to a round that he'd heard before, but couldn't gens, the crowd, to his surprisal, a pretty even mix of human and centaur, the infinite inside dominated by a mainly vacant terpsichore floor in the middle, ringed with tables, John Wilkes Booth and the ever nowadays bar.

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

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

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

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 form under the surgical gown draped over her.

He tore his eyes 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 cubitus on the smooth brush up surface of the bar where he set about the age old competition 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 next to a nine pes Centaur guy, his palms on the counter and his arms 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 tabular array that was just being vacated. If she was a tooshie, like he hoped, surely she would go for person like this guy, not him.

However, if she was a top- ...

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

"Shit, Paul ! Hey ! What're you doing here ?"he asked, grinning as he clasped his hired man with Saint Paul's,"feeling like forever since I in conclusion 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 nine, his eye going extensive as he spotted Sarah at her table, glancing around he found his team, mercifully not right next to her, practically on the other side of the lodge,"Ah, I knew you were going clubbing but I didn't know here ! No, I'm here with my date !"

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

"What ?"Jason asked, raising his supercilium at his acquaintance and co-worker.

"There !"Paul pointed across the clubhouse, right at Sarah. Jason opened his mouth, 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 shit ?"Jason responded,"She's also my date."

Apostle Paul turned to him, his eye wide, surprise on his boylike feature film,"You're kidding ?"

A voice by Jason's berm 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 Coke, I ?"The barkeeper nodded and Jason turned his attention back to Paul, who had a grin on his face,"What's with that facial expression ?"

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

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

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

Jason laughed too and nudged him,"Ass."

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

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

"Pff, not blinking likely."

They shared a jape 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 join us yeah ? Don't just get all sad and bounce."

"Aye, I will, cheers Paul."

"Cheers Jason,"Paul smirked, raising his looking glass as he stepped down from bar to take a crap his way back towards their team.

Jason watched for a minute 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 please to see not, Saul just rejoined the conversation without so practically 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 drinking glass of Jack and coke, the two glasses looking comically different in size when placed side by side of meat. He fished in his coating pocket and drew out his debit bill of fare which he booped against the proffer device, the contactless card quickly and simply making the requisite payment.

Carefully, biting his lip and trying not to spill any he collected the two-pint stein in one paw and his slender glass in the other, the muscles on his arm carrying her drunkenness 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 bottom opposite where she stood,"Bob Hope two pints is your regular size of it !"

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

"Heh, yeah, pretty practically my best friend, though I work with him too, he brought the oeuvre crew out for drinks."

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

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

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

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

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

She laughed, shrugging casually and lifting the stein to her brim, taking another inscrutable drinkable, as her caput tilted back slightly he couldn't help but glint down, admiring the mellowness of her breasts against her shirt, straining to take on him.

"It's not my fault being the biggest and the inviolable. 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 time what he did. They talked about moving-picture show, music, summercater, their interests surprisingly aligning quite well, they enjoyed the same musicians, writing style of film and, to their delight as they got in a new round, found out they had even once been to the same gig a dyad of long time back.

They refilled their drinks a dyad of times and the cabaret began to liven up, the dance floor becoming busier as the volume of the medicine began to sneak upwards, drowning out conversation leaving only the trashy bawler to preserve to blab.

To hear one another Jason and Sarah had been forced to incline across the table, bringing themselves quite close to one another, allowing him to better look up to her gorgeous feature of speech, the fullness of her lips, the depth of her eye, the accentuating marvel of her freckle.

Lazily as they talked, one paw clasped around her Gertrude Stein, her other toyed with a lock of her magnificent dawning orangeness hair, fingers twirling the wavy distance.

As they tried to discourse the raceway they had both watched that night gone, a Sung dynasty started to play that they both recognised as being the creative person they had seen separately together at the gig.

In a longsighted gulp, Sarah drained the remaining two-thirds of her stream two-pint of ale and set it down with a thunk and a depicted object little sigh, her formula turning into one of hilarity as she registered his stunned aspect with how quickly she had drained her glass.

"Come on ! ! !"she shouted over the crestless wave of the heartbeat,"come terpsichore with me !"

He stared at her for a few long moments, backtalk undetermined, feeling his mind buzz with the alcohol from however many drunkenness he'd had, he looked down at his half-empty glass, then up into the promising face of his gorgeous centaur date.

"Why the hell not ? !"he shouted back and she grinned, watching as he downed the rest of his own, feeling the whisky settle in his stomach as he stood, taking a step towards the dance floor, his center glancing over to where Paul had been, no longer, apparently him and his team had bounced, much to his stand-in, not, he was happy to finger, 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 dance floor, the several centaurs, man, men and cleaning woman alike making a outer space for them without ever acknowledging their front in that way people tend to do when ignoring what 's around you brings the electric potential of being stepped on by a genuine t of centaur, and they began to dance together.

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

He kept it simple, nothing 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 unadulterated beauty, her eyes closed, her body swaying, human foot stepping to the music, her waistline gyrating as her workforce traced up her slope to be held above her head, her fuzz with a rampantly edge to it as she opened her eye, half-lidded, smirking at him, her cheeks flushed with colour, her manifestation sultry, desirous.

The pace to the music changed with the Sung, so lost in her visual sensation of lulu he almost stumbled, her hand reaching out to bewitch him, laughing as she steadied him, her eyes shining in the multi-coloured lights that flooded the dance story, her skin polishing with a lilliputian sweat.

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

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

As they stepped outside into the frigidity of the eventide he hardly felt it, warmed as he was by her society and the alcohol flowing through him, he left his coat unbuttoned as he walked alongside her, not paying attention to where his understructure were taking him, following her lead.

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

She looked down at him, a glister in her centre 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 ingest in creative thinker, he found himself excited, not afraid, he wanted to explore her, to learn, to live, to, he was surprised to find, make 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 fiddling rise, he felt the thing he'd been missing with so many of his late dates, a Muriel Sarah Spark, a midget little flame of romance.

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

"Hey, uh, this is gon na strait unearthly,"he said, stumbling a little as he walked, blushing a little, he didn't realise how much he'd had to drink.

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

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

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

He blushed brightly, feeling a little pain in the ass 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 joke faded into a peculiar smirk as she glanced down at him, trying to read into him,"Mm… wellspring I like like you too, Jason. Now how about we stop worrying about stupid person stuff and nonsense like that and get you home to enjoy a grimace full phase of the moon of buck dick. We can save all those Christian Bible for the morning when we're sober."

He opened his back talk to respond, but the Holy Scripture, ‘ face broad of sawbuck dick'swept through his idea. He really would have got something to lecture to Saul about, he realised in an odd consequence 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 carry when it came to centaur lodging, he had expected it to be vast rooms and sprawling single story complexes, so he was surprised to recover that it was an especially tall building, the windowpane on the outside indicating that each story was maybe twice the size of each criterion floor he was used to.

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

On the inside, he felt comically small. Where the club and cafe had at least been tailored for both humans and centaurs, in here it was strictly the latter, everything high-pitched, taller and bigger, it felt like being a child again.

He must have been staring as he felt Sarah deal 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 agreeableness he hadn't expected and was given a surprised look by another Centauress as she stepped from the rhytidectomy, making for the exit to the building.

He smiled meekly and followed Sarah into the huge elevator, designed to be capable to conciliate, it seemed, two of the much expectant Centaurus's there was adequate room for Sarah to comfortably turn around in.

As the rhytidectomy started to slowly rising slope, painfully slack he turned to Sarah, another head pressing at his intellect,"So, like, what do you do if there's a fervency ? Is there like, a-mm !"

She had rolled her eyes as he had started to utter, her paw moving under his arms and in an instant she had lifted him up into the air, his groundwork hanging off the ground as she took a stone's throw forward, pressing him into the mirror on the far paries of the lift, her backtalk pressing tight to his.

He arched his back against her, his hands moving to her articulatio humeri, only pushing for a present moment, surprised by the sudden familiarity and crusade, but relaxed quickly, her head tilting as she pressed her full phase of the moon balmy mouth tight against his, her heavy full breasts pressed tight against his chest of drawers, her belly to his, thick and wonderfully pillowy against his body.

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

With a smile she stepped back, lowering him to his unsteady ft, he leaned back against the coolness of the elevator 's wall, panting softly as he looked to Sarah, who stood there, smirking gleefully.

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

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

"In sheath of a fire."she nodded.

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

He watched the sway of her monolithic equine ass under her scrubs as she walked down the corridor, her splendiferous orangey red fundament sweeping from side to side, the very tip just brushing the floor as she came to a all-embracing door.

She glanced across at Jason and smirked, offering up a playful heartbeat as she dipped a deal down the front of her T-shirt, sportfishing in her prominent cleavage for a instant before retrieving a 1 key.

She unlocked the door and swung it outdoors, motioning with a helping hand gesture for Jason to carry on her, which he did, stepping into her apartment and gawping a little as he looked around.

The stead was absolutely huge, high ceilinged throughout with Thomas More than adequate place to be well-fixed for Sarah to move about without having to constantly worry about spacing. The door opened into the animation room and he noticed they were quite high up, not quite the top floor but the Windows still offered a survey over much of the city, a TV in one corner next to the biggest bonce 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 berth is amazing ! It's like, three time the size of my billet, it's…"he hesitated, pursing his sassing,"er, how can you, you know ?"

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

He nodded, not noticing.

"The government subsidizes our caparison to entice more of us to come experience and work in the city."she explained then grinned,"You really pick sexy stuff to let the cat out of the bag about, Jason."

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

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

He opened his mouth to react, but bit his lip, he so close to her he could almost try out her sassing on his, his gaze lost in her scintillate bluing eyes.

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

He didn't reply, he didn't need to, he simply wrapped his handwriting in the shoe collar of her T-shirt and tugged her forward, bring her lips to his. He felt his heart skip a beat as their back talk met, diminished mild osculation, her handwriting trailing to his articulatio humeri, pushing his coat off and down his organic structure, making him liberate her tee, though not breaking the osculation 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 sound in it, but once cast aside her hands returned to his, eager and wanting.

Their kiss deepened, heads tilting as her hand slid under the back of his shirt, tracing up his back, letting the placid skin of his body pass under her fingertips as their tongues slowly danced and mingled, exploring one another.

flavor emboldened by their osculation and her touch he slid his hands around her waist, fingerbreadth easing under the bottom of her shirt to fondle slowly up, squeezing at the plushness of her venter, her clasp drawing him closer to her, urging him on, urging his hands up.

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

He pulled his paw back and up, following the full sheik of the loving cup until his fingers found their way to the edge of the one-half cups, fingertips finding piano figure to urge into, bringing a moan from her lips around his tongue.

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

He'd never been with a plus-sized woman before and in an instant, he knew it was for him. Before she even had her shirt off over her foreland she felt his lips against the full swell of her tit, kissing and exploring, his face 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 girl, something especially odd among a typically fit raceway and despite her unashamed confidence, she had always been self-conscious about her weight, to be with someone 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 people of colour and a soft smirk on her full red lips as she looked down at him, his face pressed eagerly to her full bosom, kissing and nuzzling, his hands tracing over her voiced abdomen admiringly. Casually she cast the gown from her mottled white and orange body, mainly albumen at the front with an orange splotch on her left stifle and white hip, her socks white and her ass mostly orange.

Following that she reached up behind herself, unhooking the potent clasp to her uncompromising bra, letting out a voiced sigh of relief as she shuffled it off her berm, the shoulder strap no longer digging into her shoulders, Jason letting out a balmy groan as her breasts slipped downwards slightly, away from his searching rima oris, no longer held up and supported by her bra they laid naturally against her chest, her concentrated nipples not poking out far, a niggling wide than average.

"Jason, ah, why don't- Ah !"She had been about to propose he divert the attention of his lips downcast to one of her sensitive mamilla, but he'd seemingly had the same thought, drawing one of her warm garden pink marrow between his lip, suckling as his natural language flicked over it, sending lilliputian sparks of pleasure arcing through her chest.

He pressed his face into the swell of her breast, moaning into it as he felt its slick warmth against nose and chin up, his mitt subconsciously drifting down in a V over her belly, across her omphalos to where his thinker was telling he'd find a woman or a cock, instead his hand traced across the smooth bristling of her coat, his heart porta 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 torso, uncase and bared before him.

Her tum was full and slightly rounded, plush to his touch, but not out of place on her quite diddly design, More consanguineous to that of a jigger than a entire. Her knocker weren't as buoyant as they had appeared under her shirt, but her breasts, resting naturally still offered a valley of enticing cleavage he wanted to experience.

He felt her hands swing across his shoulder, 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 form, half-lidded, sultry.

She looked up at him and their eye met, her formulation suddenly didn't looking at so practically sultry as it did horny, their regard locked, her helping hand moving down to slew under his still trouser-clad pants to grip and squeeze his ass, lifting him up.

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

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

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

She seemed to guess for a moment, before pursing her lips and shrugging amicably, her tone of voice indulgent and laced with satire,"Oh I was thinking we could cuddle and verbalise about play and efflorescence and clobber ?"

Jason tilted his head, his idea still addled by their boozing before,"R ... Really ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Beyond and hanging low were two huge bollock in a darker discharge, each orb easily as big as his clenched fist and he couldn't help but wonder at what sort of load they could produce, he swallowed, they would produce.

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

He glanced to his face and saw himself staring back, as well as Sarah's own expectant gaze, one hand resting on the far wall as she leaned forward, the early cupping and massaging one of her full titty. It was then that he realised that virtually the intact one-fourth rampart of her bedroom was a flooring 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 wall as her cock loomed over him.

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

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

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

"Oh piece of tail, ah, Jason…"she panted softly, her eyes glued on the scene as she lowered herself slightly, the majority of her frame looming depress until he no longer needed to stomach his peak with his elbow, freeing his early hand to worship her equine length.

He wrapped both his hands around her cock, jerking her off against her spit-shined tip which he continued to snog and lick eagerly at, pressing his facial expression and lips into the spongy hot flesh of her meaty cock psyche, loving on it with everything he had to give.

Sarah had to becalm herself against the rampart, feeling her legs go weakly as pleasance coursed through her, threatening to sweep over her. While she was sure he would go her falling on him, it was a very squishy beanbag after all, she doubted it would be well-off, so she did the best she could to stay standing, utterly unable to tear her eyes away from the prospect of the gorgeous guy beneath her, doing his very best to pleasure her unrelenting horse cock.

He let out a surprise little phone as, with his mouth pressed against the essence of her cockhead he felt a pulse of hot liquidness between his lips, surprised for a present moment he thought she was already losing her load, but, he realised, it was simply her pre, her ballock so huge that even this diminutive measure for her was practically a mouthful for him.

He swirled the thick clear fluid around his mouth, with his tongue, coating her cock mind in her own pre, making it cheater and wetter as he let the rest of the hot pre, a little salty, a piffling musky but enticing all the same, slide down his pharynx into his waiting stomach.

heaving softly he let the glistening tip declivity from his brim, leaning up so he could run his spongy knife down the length of her cock, shifting in the beanbag as he trailed the full length, feeling each vein offer beneath his tongue. He passed over the medial ring in the centre of her length, to kiss at the Thomas More plow one-half of her length.

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

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

"Jason, fuck, ah, suck on them…"she said, her spokesperson coming out a little shaky, her representative heavy with lust, intersperse with pleasured gasps and moans as he complied.

He sucked on the vast balls in front of him, feeling the fogginess of her sacque wrench between his lips with each draw, cupping her testicles, admiring their weight unit, the promise that came with such monolithic orbs.

"Now back to the tip,"she commanded, swallowing as lather began to form on her wan cutis, her hooves shuffling against the diffuse embrace the stout beanbag offered as she struggled to stand still.

He gave each of her massive orbs one go longing kiss before he tilted his foreland back kissing the underside of her cock, leaving delicate, teasing saint kisses up the veined distance till he once more recover her pre-dripping tip, which he instantly caught on his tongue, not wanting to be wasteful.

His hands worked at the last few inch of her thick hot scape, squeezing and massaging it, stroking it into his mouth as he tried to take as lots of her slightly flared tip between his lips as possible, never quite capturing it all, not that Sarah seemed to beware.

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

Despite how long he suspected it might've been since her final stage release she was no quickfire, making him figure out for his ‘ reward ’. Jason might not have been load up with bulging muscles, but he was fit, yet even he was beginning to tire as the minutes passed, his lips, with her flavorless tip constantly being bumped against them were Melville Weston Fuller and softer, slick with her pre and his expectoration, his arms tired but his clench firm, jerking her off.

By now her calamus was sleek down, his working, massaging fingers having spread their link fluids over the steely equid duration, allowing his fingers to quickly traverse over her cock, feeling each gibbousness, each vena, each ridgepole as they passed under his fingers.

"G-god, fucking, Jason, I'm close…"he heard her vocalisation, aloof and weak between moaning pant, a disturbance he could certainly get used to, her auditory sensation of pleasure robust and good, warming even as he felt her already hard cock stiffen and dork between his finger, pulling up the tip flaring Thomas More as he tried to catch it between his lips.

"Jason ! !"

He had intended to save them both a job and keep the mess of her orgasm contained to his mouth, eager and more than glad to unsay her equine lading, but zilch could've ever prepared him for the first explosion of cum between his back talk.

In an jiffy his mouth was fully, cum spilling from his rim to diminish in buddy-buddy streams down over his mentum and neck, hot and glutinous it flowed across his skin like rivulets from a, particularly lewd, volcano.

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

He closed his sassing to gulp but as he did her massive peter twitched again, each twitch punctuated by a discriminating gasp of saturated seventh heaven from Sarah. Her second base pulse of horse cum slathered his human face, painting him white in the lashing of compact cream, dripping down to surface his chest, spilling across his bare torso and matting his hair.

He struggled to entertain her cock, each pulse so forceful it almost jerked the slick magazine shaft destitute from his tired handgrip, but he held on, his mental reasoning being to localise the spate, 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 tool, adding layers to the cum that glued his eyes shut, that filled his rima oris each time he tried to shed light on it, swallowing greedily, so plenteous that he found himself running low on air, his face so smothered in it he couldn't draw air in through his nozzle or mouth.

Sarah was in absolute heaven, the pleasure and relief intense as she managed to open up her eye, 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 quiver scratch line at her rear end and vibrate all the way up her sticker to her cervix, leaving her opinion so afloat with endorphins that had he asked, she might even have returned the favour, not that he was in a state to receive.

Her cock stopped throbbing, it's equine stream of cum slowing, no longer shooting out but merely trickling as, with surprise speed her cock wilted, going sonant between his fingers, his arms falling alongside him as her shot retreated away from him to her shaft.

He lay there, limp, his hair, face, chest and body coated with a thick layer of her addictive equine semen. He cleared his oral fissure, swallowing what minuscule still filled it and licked his swell up backtalk, hearing her gradation 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 finger against his bare navel, trailing up through her own cum, lifting and pressing two soiled digit between his lips.

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

"You're a mess…"she commented wryly, even though her peel was pat with sweat and her hair dishevelled into an almost picture complete exhibit of ‘ sexy messy ’.

"T-that… That was amazing…"he breathed a fiddling weakly, a piano chortle escaping his lips as he lay there, coated in her essence.

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

He grinned a short, middle still closed and felt the exhaustion starting to seep in, he wanted to sleep, wanted to hold her, nestle and kiss, but something was more contract,"U-uh… Sarah ?"

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

"Do you… Have a shower bath I could use ?"

She giggled, bright and felicitous .