You step up to the tauric woman behind the counter, blinking through the ever-thickening cloud of lust hanging in the air like a sickly sexual twist on air freshener. Your fair skin flushes as you stagger up to the shopkeeper, a creature who looks like some mix between a lizard, a centaur, and a cow-girl. Her humanoid half sits looming over the counter, watching the other customers in the shop - who all seem about as awkwardly aroused as you - carry out their transactions with the automated terminals. As you approach, the tauric woman looks up from the line of auto-registers and gives you a great big toothy smile, the whites of her teeth blending in with her pale, ashen-colored skin. She takes a step forward, and you suddenly realize just how overpowering the musky odor’s become, just since you walked through the door. Your terran cock is straining at full mast, shameless of their nakedness. A couple of bull-men standing in a corner of the shop looking at porno mags look up and chuckle at you.
Your attention snaps back to the aromatic taur when she speaks, her voice a throaty, sultry take on the classic Southern Belle. “Hey there! Welcome to the Gift Shop. I’m Nephelee, the proprietor.” She subtly thrusts her chest forward, breasts straining against their sheer restraints. A pointing finger draws your eyes to a little name tag pinned to her bra that reiterates her introduction. Her smile continues as she flips a lock of black-and-pink hair back over one of the large, bunny-like ears on her brow. “Most folk call me Ellie, though! So, what do I call ya, stranger?”
“Alon,” you answer, not quite able to draw your eyes back up from Ellie’s bra-straining cleavage.
Seeing where your eyes are staying, the tauric girl squeezes her shoulders together and gives her bosom a hypnotic little shake. A big, wet smear forms right over her nipples as finishes, as though her obviously lactating tits had become so full she just couldn’t hold it in anymore. She giggles girlishly as your cheeks redden, watching her big, saucer-like nipples poke through the sheer bra that’s utterly failing to maintain her modesty. And the smell... the milky aroma of her bounty penetrates through her skimpy outfit, right to your nose, making the thick musky aura around her all the more difficult to bear. You’re only just holding back the urge to masturbate - or to grab the big-tittied taur and shove your pink cock between those huge melons.
You step up to the tauric woman behind the counter, blinking through the ever-thickening cloud of lust hanging in the air like a sickly sexual twist on air freshener. Your fair skin flushes as you stagger up to the shopkeeper, a creature who looks like some mix between a lizard, a centaur, and a cow-girl. Her humanoid half sits looming over the counter, watching the other customers in the shop - who all seem about as awkwardly aroused as you - carry out their transactions with the automated terminals. As you approach, the tauric woman looks up from the line of auto-registers and gives you a great big toothy smile, the whites of her teeth blending in with her pale, ashen-colored skin. She takes a step forward, and you suddenly realize just how overpowering the musky odor’s become, just since you walked through the door. Your terran cock is straining at full mast, shameless of their nakedness. A couple of bull-men standing in a corner of the shop looking at porno mags look up and chuckle at you.Your attention snaps back to the aromatic taur when she speaks, her voice a throaty, sultry take on the classic Southern Belle. “Hey there! Welcome to the Gift Shop. I’m Nephelee, the proprietor.” She subtly thrusts her chest forward, breasts straining against their sheer restraints. A pointing finger draws your eyes to a little name tag pinned to her bra that reiterates her introduction. Her smile continues as she flips a lock of black-and-pink hair back over one of the large, bunny-like ears on her brow. “Most folk call me Ellie, though! So, what do I call ya, stranger?”
“Alon,” you answer, not quite able to draw your eyes back up from Ellie’s bra-straining cleavage.
Seeing where your eyes are staying, the tauric girl squeezes her shoulders together and gives her bosom a hypnotic little shake. A big, wet smear forms right over her nipples as finishes, as though her obviously lactating tits had become so full she just couldn’t hold it in anymore. She giggles girlishly as your cheeks redden, watching her big, saucer-like nipples poke through the sheer bra that’s utterly failing to maintain her modesty. And the smell... the milky aroma of her bounty penetrates through her skimpy outfit, right to your nose, making the thick musky aura around her all the more difficult to bear. You’re only just holding back the urge to masturbate - or to grab the big-tittied taur and shove your pink cock between those huge melons.
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