She wiggles her more than ample backside towards you, squelching wetly against your body. She looks over her shoulder and says, “If you don’t want your gear to smell like a horny centaur, you ought to shed it and get me warmed up with your tongue.” You hastily remove it and drop down to your knees to better level yourself with her, pressing your face into her slick folds and tasting her flavor. Your nose easily slips into her gash as your tongue explores it, testing and tasting thick, liquid centaur lust. It’s tangy and sweet, surprisingly unlike the scent it gives off. You easily find her large clit and suckle on it, listening to the wet squelches and whinnies of pleasure.
With a gasp you pull back, a thin coating of female slime clinging wetly to your face. She leans over her hindquarters, her human-half rosy with the heat of her arousal as she hands you a towel. You wipe off, and listen to the 'splat-splat-splat' of her animalistic pussy-juice as it drips to the floor. She’s completely soaked in a way that you doubt even a succubus could replicate. She crooks a finger and waggles back and forth, making her puffy, black cunt-lips jiggle ever-so-slightly. You don’t need any more encouragement.
Supporting yourself with your hand, you guide your animalistic stallion-prick towards the shining, black horse-cunt in front of you. It parts easily, like a velvet curtain. You slowly slide forward into Edryn’s welcoming nethers, enjoying not having to fight to get your large pecker in for a change. She trembles as you pass the halfway point, feeling your ring of prepuce slipping between her lips. The further you push inside, the more aware of her warmth you become. Her body temperature is higher than a human’s, and it feels almost good enough to make you mel