When she finally cums, you’re battered and sore, and she doesn’t seem to care a bit. She whinnies and pushes down HARD, making it difficult for you to breathe. Her pussy spasms and begins milking your dick. It tightly contracts in a ring around your base that slides up to the tip, but the muscular contractions happen so quickly there are more rings of pleasure squeezing you than you can count. Your heart beats madly in your chest while you try to breathe and orgasm simultaneously, but your cock is the only one having any luck.
Your eyes roll back as you unload into Edryn’s musky tunnel, giving up on breathing as your body gives up wave after wave of seed. The contractions don’t let up, even after you’ve finished.
As the edges of your vision start blacking out, Edryn slowly rises up off of you, and like a dam being broken, a wave of mixed sexual fluids dumps from her puffy lips onto you. Edryn sighs happily, and you realize her tongue is hanging from her mouth with her eyes slightly rolled back. You realize that though she endeavors to act restrained, her body is determined to be a wanton slut.
She sighs happily and looks down at you, “Ohhhh that was nice. Most of my customers can’t get me off like that. I hope you’re ok! Don’t worry about me getting pregnant either, I take some herbs to prevent that sort of thing until I’m ready for it.”
The two of you clean up as best you can, redress, and head back out to the bar. You’re consciously aware of how strongly you reek of centaur-slut. Your body, happy with the scent and the scrutiny of the bar’s patrons, refuses to go soft, providing a more-than-ample tent. Giggles and laughter break out around you as you leave, though more than a few of those taking notice have hard nipples or tents of their own.