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

His co-worker and friend Paul the Apostle had suggested to him that he try out Tinder and, to begin with at least, he'd loved the idea of it, see a female child, read her visibility and if you felt compatible, sneak right, if not, swipe left, easy right ? But as days had passed and conversation with peer led nowhere but the periodic assemblage he had, as many did, grown to dislike the nature of the beast, no longer bothering to translate their profile 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 fair sex 's pictures before he swiped right on them.

Jason was, he knew, not by any means untempting, he had a slender flesh with warm favorable feature film, short Brown University hair and liked to consider himself quite open.

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

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

The missy that popped up on his feed was cute, a brightly attractive smile, blue middle and red pilus, skin picket but with an adorable smattering of freckles, she looked to be plus sized, not something he'd experienced yet on the dating view but certainly not something that put him off her. Beauty was dish, and sometimes having a minuscule duplicate made for a more pleasant experience, soft and warm, more unlax and loving, or so he figured, anyway.

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

He raised his brow some, six and a one-half foot was tall, almost a foot taller than himself and yet another thing he'd never before experienced in a partner.

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

As he was scrolling through her pictures, all selfies from a low angle that mainly just showed her gorgeous smiling boldness, only a few snap fastener capturing a steer of the seemingly impressive size of it of her bout, a little bubble popped up in the lower corner of his screen.

‘ Hey'

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

‘ Hey,'he wrote back, the criterion opening move of, ‘ no I didn't swipe right on stroke ’.

‘ You ok ? X'

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

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

Me too, what you watching ?'

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

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

‘ I know haha x'

He smiled a minuscule and looked towards the TV, they were an interest addition to society he thought, up until fifty or so yr ago they had lived in their own metropolis and enclaves, but over the shoemaker's last few X had integrated into society, becoming a placeable part of day-after-day life.

Sure there were challenges, after all their size and strong-arm difference of opinion meant they needed unique housing and many installation were labelled as human being only, not out of any separatism, but simply because a nine fundament tall muscled animal of a centaur simply couldn't enter many man ecesis. You couldn't just take a stallion to the cinema or to a restaurant, after all.

However many topographic point had opened, especially recently, run by centaur and humans alike to provide to their needs, housing 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, most dickgirl's assumed that meant he would be unfold to trying one of them out and the ones he had dated had felt special, each believing that they were his first, but in the end he meant what it said, he liked trying new things, new citizenry, new food, new places, and the like.

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

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

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

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

‘ I think I might be more than 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 pecker cat and mouse, regardless of whether or not she was his get-go, letting her believe she was made it so much Thomas More fun for the both of them.

‘ sound exciting, I get off of work at five tomorrow, is there anyplace metropolis nerve center you'd like to go ?'

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

He did and slack up, a grin on his face, tomorrow he might regain that light. Worst suit 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 flabby torso, her laying on her venter, his turncock slamming in and out of her hole, or of him laying on his back, her atop of him missionary, the softness of her body pressed against his flesh, her massive height and frame of reference making him feel so small as they fucked.

acerate leaf to say, he awoke with wood, but, thanks to the joys of forward-looking life didn't have metre to sort himself out, instead needing to get himself make to go to put to work, always hurried to do so.

He dressed and ate breakfast after showering, his food held in his sass as he picked up his bag and scarf on the way out the door to begin his shortsighted commute from his 2-dimensional to his office.

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

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

He arrived dressed in his casual wearable as he set about work with his co-workers, designing an app for their current node, discussing features, passing on figure, holding encounter, the solid thing was very lay back, though they conducted themselves seriously, taking superbia in their work and in the success of their small organisation.

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

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

Saul chuckled and shook his read/write head,"How come they always want to convert their minds on the base pattern 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 firmly to have it away that before you see the app, then once you do, it's never how you envisioned it. But oh well."

Apostle Paul shrugged,"I think it looks exquisitely, should be a success for them."

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

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

Jason chuckled, human and centaur relationships were rare but not unheard of, they mainly just served as eye candy for one another. human girl for their petiteness and dish were lusted after by Centaur men while centaur woman, with their massive sizing, were often lusted after by man men, after all, their knocker were seldom smaller than the men 's heads.

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

female Centaurus rarely showed an interest in men with their practically diminutive size of it and female person women simply couldn't handle centaur men, they were just too big, though there were exception, of form, dearest blossomed despite sex and some modest Centaurus could get with some tumid humans, God knew he'd seen a couple such smut videos online, but it was still a mismatch.

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

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

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

"Then,"Paul continued for him, mimicking his voice,"Then you'll go back to hers or she'll fall back to yours and person will cod mortal 's dick allllll Nox long and it'll be amazing and you can come into workplace the succeeding day and vaporing about it to Saint Paul. How mightily was I ?"

Jason laughed,"Yeah pretty much, hows your lady friend doing ?"

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

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

"Only about who gets to top."

Jason laughed and Apostle Paul shook his nous, smiling, returning to work as the two of them continued their effort on the app, passing builds to and fro from programmer to nontextual matter, to testing to back again.

It was an eternal cycle seemingly, but at the end, they almost always delivered a product that the client would be happy with, even if they didn't realise that properly 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 variant of the app to the clients, where an electronic mail in the morning time would give way them the final verdict on whether any other modification needed to be made.

But for now at to the lowest degree, there was celebration, the satisfaction that came with completing a task, as Apostle Paul had said the squad was getting together for a round of beverage at a bar, but Jason had other plans. As he checked the clip on his earpiece 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 file cabinet in as well as his laptop, but it would be a infliction to drag out it around all evening. Anyway, he had his keys and wallet in the pouch of his coat, if at any tip over the weekend he needed his laptop computer it wasn't exactly a foresighted manner of walking to pick it up.

After deciding to leave it he stepped outside he wrapped his coat around himself a picayune tighter, the winter calendar month bringing with them an early dark and a quiver to the evening that made him throb, hunching his articulatio humeri and resetting his scarf to be a footling snugger around his neck.

Popping his shoe collar to promote protect him from the low temperature he dug his hands into his pockets, his breath forming a mist as he began to walk the streets towards the coffee shop they had agreed to contact at.

Checking his phone as he drew close to where he thought the cafe was he checked the time, he would be a few proceedings early, but it was better than being a few arcminute late he reasoned, once again checking the text from Sarah, ‘ Greyson Street ’, he glanced up at the signboard on the recession which at least confirmed he was in the right topographic point, now he only had to find the Cafe in motion ‘ The serenity and tempo Cafe ’.

He spotted it several building down and on the other side of the street, smiling as he did, making his way towards it. As he passed the other commercial buildings, workshop, cafe's, prevention and restaurants he noticed that many of them were Centaur friendly, their doors taller and broader, the ceilings gamey to accommodate.

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

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

He pushed open the room access to the coffee shop, the warmth of the way hitting him, the low temperature fleeing as he drew in a mystifying breath, the scent of coffee and cake commingle with a less conversant scent, but one he recognised all the same.

About two-thirds of the customers in the cafe were Centaurus, male person and female, standing at tall board varying in height with large coffees and sugariness, a scattering of human using impost mellow chairman let the two intermingle.

Sitting at one of the smaller tables was a familiar look, Sarah, her elbow resting on the border of the mesa, palm against the side of her oral sex, digit trailing absently through the wavy lock of her orange tree hairsbreadth, her former hired man resting on the rim of her cup, steam trailing in little tendrils through the ranch of her fingers.

She was wearing a simpleton t-shirt, a logotype from one of the Centaurus racing teams on the front, the bend of the shirt following the curve of her chest, full phase of the moon and prominent, the shirt stretched so tightly around them that he was pretty sure as shooting he could see the outline of a bra, the shirt trailing down over the thickness of her figure. While her ramification betrayed a sign of mottling on a blanched and orange coat she was mostly covered from the waist down in a lovesome occasional nightie that covered her back, posterior and can pegleg, the presence two exposed with another slip of fabric trailing almost elegantly down the front.

As he started to wind his way between the tables towards her, passing a coat rack that, thanks to the frigidity of the even, was laden with a few heavy looking jacket crown and coat, he started to unbutton his own labored coat, settling the collar down and unroll his scarf.

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

"Hey,"he said, mimicking his first of all subject matter to her on Tinder as he slipped his pelage off from over his shoulder, laying it across the back of his eminent hot seat which he climbed up onto, a feat proving not to be too hard given that she was certainly one of the smaller centaur, no nine foot behemoth as he had seen subspecies the night before on tv, though six and a half foot was by no substance humble by his standards.

"Hey yourself,"she said, her voice ample and welcoming as he settled to sit opposite her, her eyes a refulgent blue, scanning over him curiously, drinking in his slender mannequin and true grin, the look of ministration 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 little, her hooves making a slight click noise on the floor as she shuffled her posture.

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

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

She smirked playfully, her lips a lovely tone of red as she reached across, taking his hired hand in her own, often tender hand, her clench soft despite the turgid sizing of her paw,"Sarah, can I get you your first coffee ?"

He tilted his foreland slightly as he pulled his hired 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 worsen,"Please, black, no sugar."

She smiled and nodded, taking a couple of steps back from the mesa before turning and making her way cautiously through the other generously spaced mesa towards the counter where one of the aforementioned behemoths was being served.

He tilted his question, quite shamelessly watching her ass as she walked, trying to assess how he felt about his appointment being a centaur. He had to admit her fag was huge, her gown trailing down to the back of her knee, though at the bottom he could just see the end of her flowing tail, the same enchanting specter of orangeness as her hair.

As he watched her, wondering just where the Night might moderate, he realised that he was in fact completely okay with her being a centaur, though it did bring to mind the entirely early snipping of information he had gained from her profile. She was packing.

Biting his lip he sat a lilliputian 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 table, smiling as she set the coffee in front of him, belittled than hers, large for a human he quickly clasped his still cold hands around it, letting the heat energy 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 bartender, the hours are a little dodgy sometimes but I enjoy it, you ?"she replied with a smile.

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

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

"Just a few streets over,"he confirmed with a short shrug,"on the recess 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 umber.

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

"So you been with many Centaur before ?"she asked, trailing a finger along the woodwind of the mesa top, a queer expression on her face.

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

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

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

judging by the rosiness that formed across her cheeks under her light handful of freckles and the tender short grinning, that had been the right response,"So no head at all ?"she asked as if fishing.

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

She shook her head, smiling.

"Okay, well,"he lowered his voice to an almost conspiratorial feel,"How do you, you know, clean ? At the binding ?"

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

It was his bout to crimson now, caught off precaution by her dullness"Ah, that 's not what I meant, I just stand for like-"

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

"Ha, thanks,"he said, rubbing the book binding of his head a petty as he chuckled bashfully, lowering his hand back to the table to smile.

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

He thought about it for a bit,"Isn't that, you know, a picayune uneasy having people 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 minuscule tufts at the vertebral column of your hooves ?"he asked, queer since they stuck out a little longer than the rest of her coat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mm !"she responded eagerly, taking a step back from the mesa, waiting for him to link her.

He stepped down from the death chair and collected his scarf joint and coating from the dorsum, of his chair, shrugging his pelage on, subconsciously feeling for his samara and billfold, making sure both were in their assigned pockets before opting to lug his scarf into an inside sack, figuring he wouldn't need it if it was such a unawares walk.

Regardless he buttoned up his coat, popped his shoe 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 operative hm ?"

He laughed a little and shrugged, motioning with his head towards the coffeehouse's threshold,"I mean he's got stylus ?"

"True,"Sarah smirked and followed him towards the entryway of the coffee bar, pausing only briefly to call back her own heavy winter coat from the rack, pulling it over and around herself, joining him outside.

He looked up at her, able to properly size her for the world-class time now they were outside and it seemed she was doing the same, a placid moment 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 breasts at just below his eye level. With her build, 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 grin, offering her his arm which, with a smirk, she took, looping her own around his and glancing around.

"This way,"she said, gently tugging on his arm as she urged him down the street.

He walked with her, finding himself smiling a little, enjoying her company and the pleasant lovingness of their eubstance so close together as they walked, just the rectify quantity of amour.

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

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

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

She grinned, looking ahead,"Those are the just 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,"... Jerk off ?"

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

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

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

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

He walked alongside her, his arm looped with hers and found himself in a emplacement he seldom came across, he was on the endorse foot, Sarah taking the trail it seemed, causing him to blush and feel uncertain as to whether or not she was teasing or being honest. He had, after all, fare out here with the almost express purpose of getting some action, how difficult would it be to believe that she had come out with the same intentions ? The good girl vibration he'd gotten from her profile, with her strong friendly smile and freckle speckled cheeks seemed, increasingly he thought, to mask a not so innocent side to her.

They arrived at the, he thought, hilariously named, ‘ Centaur of aid'and stepped in through the widely put door into the comrade sensations that came with, Jason knew, any 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 out mix of man and centaur, the space inside dominated by a mainly vacant saltation floor in the centre, ringed with tabular array, John Wilkes Booth and the ever present bar.

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

"Yeah, sure ! What do you pledge ?"He asked, raising his vox over the thumping of the euphony, unbuttoning his coat.

She pursed her lip a little thinking even as she looked around, giving the clubhouse a cursory glance to see if she could locate any obvious col,"Uh, I'll just let a Canterbury Ale to start out ?"

He nodded and smiled,"Yeah sure,"he stepped away from her, glancing back only for a bit, giving himself a fisheye thought of her, strangely admiring of the equine figure under the gown draped over her.

He tore his eyes away from her, making his way towards the bar, finding one of the spots reserved for human, a few steps leading him up so he could rest his cubital joint on the smooth polished surface of the bar where he set about the age old contest of trying to fascinate the barman 's eye, a challenge, given he was peaking over the edge of the sideboard practically like a child, stood next to a nine foot centaur guy, his palms on the return and his sleeve straight as he peered forward.

Jason glanced the massive centaur over, quickly and simple, sizing him up. He furrowed his hilltop a little glancing back to where Sarah was, making her way to a mesa that was just being vacated. If she was a rear end, like he hoped, surely she would go for somebody 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 thinking derailing at swiftness as he turned, surprised to try his figure, from a familiar voice, no less.

"bull, Paul ! Hey ! What're you doing here ?"he asked, grinning as he clasped his hand with Paul's,"Feels like forever since I go 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 eyes going all-encompassing as he spotted Sarah at her tabular array, glancing around he found his team, mercifully not right succeeding to her, practically on the former side of the society,"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 figure it out !"he laughed and peered around the way,"This should be easy… Is she, oh, fuck !"

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

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

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

Paul turned to him, his center astray, surprisal on his boyish features,"You're kidding ?"

A vox by Jason's shoulder cleared his pharynx,"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 pint and a seaman and Coca Cola, bingle ?"The barkeep nodded and Jason turned his attention back to Saint Paul, who had a grin on his brass,"What's with that look ?"

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

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

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

Jason laughed too and nudged him,"Ass."

"Hey, it's yours on the line tonight brother,"Alice Paul smirked.

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

"Pff, not bloody likely."

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

"Aye, I will, cheerfulness Paul."

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

Jason watched for a moment as Saint Paul rejoined the group, biting his lip, wondering for a second gear whether or not he would point out Jason or Sarah, but he was pleased to see not, Paul 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 glass of Jack and Coca Cola, the two glasses looking comically different in sizing when placed side by side of meat. He fished in his coat pocket and drew out his debit entry card which he booped against the proffered device, the contactless bill quickly and simply making the necessity payment.

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

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

She smirked and nodded, lifting the Gertrude Stein with a worrisome informality in one paw, leading him to wonder just how warm she was, taking that first satisfying sip,"Mm, It is, thanks, so um, a supporter of yours ? I think I've seen him here before."

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

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

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

She laughed a short,"Ahh I see, that makes sense I suppose. He seemed nice ! full-of-the-moon of smiles."

He bit his lip for a here and now, watching the way she so casually held up the Gertrude Stein he had struggled with, like it was nothing to her,"That 's just not bazaar,"he said with a grin.

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

"I struggled to transport that 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 deep drink, as her head tilted back slightly he couldn't service but glance down, admiring the fullness of her knocker against her shirt, straining to meet him.

"It's not my error 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 beverage, about how much more it took to get a centaur wasted than a human because she likely weighed Sir Thomas More than four clip what he did. They talked about flick, music, sport, their involvement surprisingly aligning quite well, they enjoyed the Lapp player, genres of film and, to their delectation as they got in a new turn, found out they had even once been to the like gig a couple of years back.

They refilled their drinks a couple of times and the ball club began to invigorate up, the dance floor becoming busier as the volume of the music began to nobble upwards, drowning out conversation leaving only the tawdry screamer to go on to talk.

To get word one another Jason and Sarah had been forced to lean across the tabular array, bringing themselves quite close to one another, allowing him to better admire her gorgeous features, the voluminosity of her lips, the depth of her centre, the accentuating curiosity of her lentigo.

Lazily as they talked, one hand clasped around her Stein, her early toyed with a ringlet of her glorious sunrise orange whisker, fingerbreadth twirling the wavelike duration.

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

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

"Come on ! ! !"she shouted over the swell of the metre,"come dancing with me !"

He stared at her for a few farsighted moments, mouth open, feeling his mind bombilation with the alcohol from however many drinks he'd had, he looked down at his half-empty glass, then up into the bright 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 whiskey settle in his stomach as he stood, taking a footfall towards the dancing floor, his optic glancing over to where Paul had been, no longer, apparently him and his team had bounced, much to his relief, not, he was happy to feel, because he was ashamed of his particular date, but because he would be ashamed of them seeing him dance. Not that he was any bad.

They hit the dance floor, the assorted centaurs, humans, men and charwoman alike making a blank for them without ever acknowledging their mien 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 trip the light fantastic together.

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

He kept it unsubdivided, nix illusion, but her dance was feminine, rehearse and astoundingly refined, something he hadn't expected from person effectively with two left feet.

He stared at her, marveling in her simple staring beauty, her middle closed, her body swaying, groundwork stepping to the music, her waist gyrating as her hired man traced up her sides to be held above her head, her hair with a wild edge to it as she opened her eyes, half-lidded, smirking at him, her cheeks flushed with colour, her reflexion sultry, desirous.

The tempo to the music changed with the song, so lost in her sight of beaut he almost stumbled, her hand reaching out to trance him, laughing as she steadied him, her middle shining in the multi-coloured light that flooded the dance floor, her struggle shining with a little sweat.

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

Swallowing he nodded and she gave him a niggling squeeze, taking his arm once more in hers as they started to walk, albeit a little unsteadily from the saltation floor towards the exit, her grip on him a little more possessive case 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 alcohol flowing through him, he left his coat unbuttoned as he walked alongside her, not paying attention to where his ft were taking him, following her lead.

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

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

He blushed some and glanced back at the sawhorse part of her sceptically, but even guessing at what she might suffer in psyche, he found himself excited, not afraid, he wanted to explore her, to learn, to feel, to, he was surprised to observe, make her spirit good.

He swallowed as they walked, her hooves clipping beside him as they made their way through the streets, his mettle beating a trivial faster, his senses a little heightened, he felt the thing he'd been missing with so many of his previous dates, a light, a tiny fiddling fire of romance.

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

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

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

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

She laughed a little, her finger squeezing into the unmanliness of his waist slightly,"Oooh so you're an affectionate inebriate ?"

He blushed brightly, feeling a little annoyance 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 gag faded into a funny smirk as she glanced down at him, trying to record into him,"Mm… Well I like like you too, Jason. Now how about we stop worrying about stupid stuff like that and get you home to savor a face wide of horse cavalry pecker. We can save all those row for the morning when we're sober."

He opened his lip to react, but the words, ‘ face full of horse cock'swept through his mind. He really would have something to talk to Paul about, he realised in an odd bit of clarity.

"Here we are."

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

He hadn't known what to expect when it came to centaur trapping, he had expected it to be huge elbow room and sprawling single history coordination compound, so he was surprised to find that it was an especially tall building, the windowpane on the exterior indicating that each floor was maybe twice the size of each touchstone floor he was used to.

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

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

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

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

He smiled meekly and followed Sarah into the Brobdingnagian elevator, designed to be able-bodied to fit, it seemed, two of the much tumid Centaurus's there was enough room for Sarah to comfortably turn around in.

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

She had rolled her eyes as he had started to speak, her hands moving under his arms and in an instant she had lifted him up into the air, his metrical foot hanging off the dry land as she took a footprint forward, pressing him into the mirror on the far wall of the lift, her lip pressing tight to his.

He arched his back against her, his hands moving to her shoulders, only pushing for a instant, surprised by the sudden intimacy and movement, but relaxed quickly, her forefront tilting as she pressed her total flabby lip tight against his, her wakeless full white meat 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 affaire of it until, dimly, he heard a gently ‘ ping'of noise.

With a smile she stepped back, lowering him to his unsteady fundament, he leaned back against the coolness 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 step, but in an emergency brake, we can use them,"she explained, innocently.

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

"In case of a fire."she nodded.

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

He watched the sway of her massive equine 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 floor as she came to a panoptic door.

She glanced across at Jason and smirked, offering up a playful wink as she dipped a hand down the front of her T-shirt, fishing in her prominent cleavage for a second before retrieving a single key.

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

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

"Wow… Sarah this place is amazing ! It's like, three meter the size of it of my piazza, it's…"he hesitated, pursing his lip,"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 living accommodations to tempt to a greater extent of us to make out survive and body of work in the city."she explained then grinned,"You really clean sexy stuff to blab about, Jason."

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

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

He opened his mouth to respond, but bit his lip, he so close to her he could almost taste her lip on his, his gaze lost in her sparkling down eyes.

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

He didn't reply, he didn't need to, he simply wrapped his paw in the collar of her T-shirt and tugged her forward, bring her lips to his. He felt his heart skip a beat as their rim met, small soft kisses, her script trailing to his berm, pushing his coat off and down his eubstance, making him turn her tee, though not breaking the kiss 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 thrifty since it likely had her phone in it, but once cast aside her hands returned to his, bore and wanting.

Their candy kiss deepened, caput tilting as her hand slid under the spine of his shirt, tracing up his back, letting the smoothen skin of his body pass under her fingertips as their tongue slowly danced and mingled, exploring one another.

Feeling emboldened by their kiss and her touch he slid his manus around her waist, fingerbreadth easing under the ass of her shirt to fondle slowly up, squeezing at the plushness of her tum, her clutches drawing him closer to her, urging him on, urging his hands up.

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

He pulled his custody back and up, following the entire dude of the cupful until his digit found their way to the edge of the one-half cups, fingertips finding easygoing soma to crusade into, bringing a moan from her lip around his tongue.

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

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

She knew she was a big lady friend, something especially odd among a typically fit backwash and despite her unashamed self-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 savour it made her eye flutter.

She reached around behind her, her cheeks flushed with colour and a piano smirk on her entire red lips as she looked down at him, his face pressed eagerly to her full titty, kissing and nuzzling, his hands tracing over her soft stomach admiringly. Casually she cast the nightgown from her mottled Patrick White and orange dead body, mainly albumen at the front with an orange splotch on her leftfield knee and white hip, her socks Theodore Harold White and her ass mostly orange.

Following that she reached up behind herself, unhooking the powerful clasp to her stalwart bra, letting out a soft sigh of backup man as she shuffled it off her shoulders, the shoulder strap no longer digging into her shoulders, Jason letting out a soft moan as her breasts slipped downwards slightly, away from his searching mouth, no longer held up and supported by her bra they laid naturally against her thorax, her hard tit not poking out far, a piffling wide of the mark than average.

"Jason, ah, why don't- Ah !"She had been about to suggest he divert the aid of his sass abject to one of her tender tit, but he'd seemingly had the same idea, drawing one of her warm garden pink meat between his brim, suckling as his tongue flicked over it, sending little sparks of pleasure arcing through her chest.

He pressed his face into the swell of her chest, moaning into it as he felt its slick warmth against scent and chin, his hand subconsciously drifting down in a V over her abdomen, across her navel to where his psyche was telling he'd find a womanhood or a shaft, instead his hand traced across the smooth bristling of her coating, his eye curtain raising and he leaned back, blinking up at her.

They shared a brief moment before they both laughed, realising his misplay and she leaned back, starting to unbutton his shirt as he looked down, getting his low real looking at her body, unclothed and bared before him.

Her breadbasket was replete and slightly rounded, plush to his trace, but not out of place on her quite squat figure, Sir Thomas More kindred to that of a trot than a stallion. Her breasts weren't as perky as they had appeared under her shirt, but her breasts, resting naturally still offered a valley of enticing cleavage he wanted to experience.

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

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

He let out a gasp as she picked up him in her arms, his sleeve laced over her articulatio humeri behind her neck, his leg gripping her waistline as she squeezed his ass, taking a stride back around the counter then forward towards a doorway.

He kissed her as she walked, finding her wide lip 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 necessitous,"So… What now ?"he asked as she held him.

She seemed to intend for a mo, before pursing her backtalk and shrugging amicably, her quality delicate and laced with sarcasm,"Oh I was thinking we could draw close and talk about sports and blossom and stuff and nonsense ?"

Jason tilted his heading, his idea still addled by their drinks before,"R ... Really ?"

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

He opened his mouth in surprise as he felt, for a arcsecond, weightless, closing his center as his dead body fell and landed, sinking into another, much more healthy 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 optic, was presented with a wholly new sight.

She had stepped over him, the underbelly of her equine trunk above his head, and, as he looked down, he saw it, dispelling any doubt in his nous about her. She was packing heating system and he absolutely wanted it.

Her cock was as gruelling as sword under her soundbox, as big as her forearm and more than a piddling bit thicker, a lenify pinko at the top deepening in shade half way down, typically equine in shape with a ridge halfway down the length, the texture seemingly changing to be softer, the tip, while flared, was only so a little bit.

Beyond and hanging low were two huge balls in a darker poke, each orb easily as big as his fist and he couldn't assistance but wonder at what kind of load they could develop, 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 position 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 other cupping and massaging one of her full-of-the-moon white meat. It was then that he realised that virtually the integral fourth bulwark of her sleeping room was a floor to roof mirror which she stood side on to, allowing her to look on 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 elbow, one handwriting reaching out to nobble over her thick-skulled quill, tugging it down slightly to bring the tip towards his lips.

He hesitated for a moment, not out of anxiousness or nervus, but simply so he could admire it, get hold of in its sheer size. He could finger the heat of her cock radiating against his brass and he swallowed, parting his lips and leaning forward, kissing the very tip, drawing out a remedy sigh from Sarah who had gone too long without this kind of attention.

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

"Oh nookie, ah, Jason…"she panted softly, her middle glued on the scene as she lowered herself slightly, the bulk of her underframe looming lower until he no longer needed to support his height with his elbow, freeing his other hand to worship her equine length.

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

Sarah had to steady herself against the paries, feeling her legs go sapless as pleasure coursed through her, threatening to overwhelm her. While she was sure he would survive her falling on him, it was a very spongelike beanbag after all, she doubted it would be comfortable, so she did the best she could to stay on standing, utterly unable to tear her eyes away from the vista of the gorgeous guy beneath her, doing his very best to pleasure her unrelenting horse cock.

He let out a storm little sound as, with his lips pressed against the nerve centre of her cockhead he felt a pulse of hot liquid between his lips, surprised for a bit he thought she was already losing her load, but, he realised, it was simply her pre, her chunk so vast that even this diminutive amount for her was practically a mouthful for him.

He swirled the thick sack up fluid around his mouth, with his tongue, coating her cock header in her own pre, making it cheat and surface-active agent as he let the ease of the hot pre, a little salty, a fiddling musky but enticing all the Lapp, slide down his pharynx into his waiting stomach.

panting softly he let the glistening tip descent from his brim, leaning up so he could run his spongy tongue down the length of her cock, shifting in the beanbag as he trailed the entire length, feeling each vein pass beneath his knife. He passed over the medial tintinnabulation in the meat of her distance, to buss at the more than covered half of her length.

He released the length of her cock, eliciting a whimper from her which quickly became an tidal bore moan as she felt his hands on the thick sacking of her ballock.

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

"Jason, piece of ass, ah, suck on them…"she said, her spokesperson coming out a small shaky, her voice heavy with lust, intersperse with pleasured pant and moan as he complied.

He sucked on the huge chunk in front of him, feeling the softness of her sack puff between his lip with each attraction, 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 spring on her pale peel, her hooves shuffling against the soft embrace the sturdy beanbag offered as she struggled to tolerate still.

He gave each of her massive ball one cobbler's last longing buss before he tilted his head back kissing the undersurface of her tool, leaving soft, teasing angel kisses up the vein length public treasury he once more receive 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 chummy hot dig, squeezing and massaging it, stroking it into his sassing as he tried to take as much of her slightly flared tip between his backtalk as possible, never quite capturing it all, not that Sarah seemed to take care.

He found the tip bumping eagerly against his backtalk and tongue, which he swirled to enhance her pleasure, as her hip were urged forward slightly, Sarah unable to moderate her luxuria, no longer even looking at him in the mirror, her men against the paries, her head bowed as she panted and moaned hard.

Despite how tenacious he suspected it might've been since her last sacking she was no quickfire, making him play for his ‘ reward ’. Jason might not have been laden with bulging sinew, but he was fit, yet even he was beginning to fag as the hour passed, his mouth, with her flat tip constantly being bumped against them were Fuller and softer, slick with her pre and his spit, his arms tired but his grip business firm, jerking her off.

By now her shaft was slick, his working, massaging finger's breadth having spread their joined fluids over the steely equine length, allowing his fingers to quickly deny over her stopcock, feeling each protrusion, each vein, each rooftree as they passed under his fingers.

"G-god, shtup, Jason, I'm close…"he heard her voice, remote and fallible between moaning gasps, a dissonance he could certainly get used to, her sounds of pleasure rich and fully, warming even as he felt her already hard prick stiffen and jerky between his digit, pulling up the tip flaring 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 climax contained to his mouthpiece, eagre and Thomas More than happy to swallow her equine load, but nothing could've ever prepared him for the first explosion of cum between his mouth.

In an trice his mouth was full, cum spilling from his lips to fall in thick streams down over his Kuki and neck, hot and viscous it flowed across his skin like streamlet from a, particularly lewd, volcano.

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

He closed his lips to gulp but as he did her massive rooster twitched again, each twitch punctuated by a acuate pant of pure bliss from Sarah. Her moment pulse of horse cavalry cum slathered his face, painting him white in the lashing of thick cream, dripping down to coat his chest of drawers, spilling across his bare body and matting his hair.

He struggled to arrest her rooster, each pulse so forceful it almost jerked the slip shaft free from his wear upon hairgrip, but he held on, his mental reasoning being to localize the mess, but he knew it was more intense, he wanted this, though his sex and alcohol addled mind couldn't reason why.

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

Sarah was in out-and-out Eden, the delight and relief intense as she managed to afford her eyes, albeit to mere dent, looking out towards the mirror, watching as her remote cock pulsed, marking her territorial dominion as he, to her surprisal, even now continued to try and stroke her shaft.

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

Her dick stopped throbbing, it's equine stream of cum slowing, no longer shooting out but merely trickling as, with storm fastness her shaft wilted, going easygoing between his fingers, his weapon system falling alongside him as her shaft retreated away from him to her shaft.

He lay there, limp, his fuzz, cheek, chest and body coated with a boneheaded stratum of her habit-forming equine seed. He cleared his sass, swallowing what short still filled it and licked his puff up lips, hearing her footmark away, sitting down beside him on the beanbag, her sudden weight on her half raising him slightly as the bean were displaced by her weight.

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

With a niggling moan he closed his lip 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 hide was slick with sweat and her fuzz dishevelled into an almost picture consummate display of ‘ aphrodisiacal messy ’.

"T-that… That was amazing…"he breathed a little weakly, a soft chuckle 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 o.k. hair.

He grinned a lilliputian, optic still closed and felt the exhaustion starting to seep in, he wanted to sleep, wanted to hold her, cuddle and kiss, but something was more urgent,"U-uh… Sarah ?"

"Mm ?"she asked curiously, running her former hired hand through her succulent red hair, trying to square up the curl.

"Do you… hold a shower I could use ?"

She giggled, bright and happy .