Sex Experiment Carnal Instinct Met Furry Centaur & HUGE CREAMPIE horsecock in the ass
The Elaborate Tale of the Furry Centaur’s Carnal Instincts and Huge Cream Pie
Deep in a lush, verdant forest, there lived a curvaceous Latin centauress by the name of Carmela. By day, she grazed contentedly on sweet grass and wildflowers in her secluded glade. But beneath her sleek, velvety equine hide stirred a dark, carnal hunger – a lustful urges that only the most depraved of creatures could quench.
One sultry summer’s afternoon, while Carmela was lazily cropping tender shoots, a low rumble like thunder echoed through the trees. At first, the centauress thought it was a storm rolling in. But as the tremors grew stronger, shaking the very ground, Carmela’s keen eyes paused upon a forms amidst the foliage.
Two figures, massive and barrel-chested, lumbered into view. Elongated snouts sniffed the air, and deep-set black eyes gleamed with bestial hunger and lust. Bellowing in savagery, the creatures – minotaurs, ancient guardians and beasts of war – charged on cloven hooves straight for Carmela.
The centauress turned to flee, her tawny flanks rippling. But as she bounded gracefully over beds of moss, she felt hot breath on her hindquarters, and four strong arms seize her waist. A minotaur tackled Carmela to the ground, pinning the thrashing girl-horse prone, her hind legs shivering in the air.
“No, stop!” Carmela cried, struggling against the minotaur’s tyrannical grasp. “Let me go, you brute!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears – the other creature was upon her in an instant. Wrenching Carmela’s arms above her head, he straddled her waist with his burly, bull-man legs.
“Well, well…” he grunted, eyes roving over her heaving bosom and curvy hips. “Aren’t you a tasty little morsel.”
Deftly, the minotaurs worked as a team, stripping Carmela of the tattered wrappings about her ample chest and pressed between her thighs. Exposed to the twin predators, the centaur blushed hotly, shamed but also strangely intrigued…
The minotaurs wasted no time in claiming what was rightfully theirs – Carmela. Bracing enormous paws on her round rumps, they spread her glistening netherlips and lowered their throbbing, monstrous erections to penetrate her with wild abandon. Carmela keened, her equine half rearing up from the uncomfortable intrusion. But her cries of protest melted into wanton moans as the beast-men began to piston deep, stretching her tight walls exquisitely…
Stretched and stuffed, Carmela surrendered herself fully to the bestial assault, finally freed from the shackles of propriety to indulge her most base desires. With every pump of their hips, her impassioned cries grew higher, more frenzied. Her dainty hooves scrabbled for purchase, while velvety ears flattened against her head.
Cruel fingers squeezed Carmela’s breasts, pinching teats to hardness, as she was rutted within an inch of her life. She could no longer jerk her hips away at every thrust of their massive cocks, focused instead on recuperating before gasping open-mouthed when they spurted their seed deep inside her willing unmentionables, marking their mate.
The minotaurs took the hapless centauress again and again, filling her over and over, stuffing her to the brim. And finally, when they would ravage her no more, they withdrew their waning shafts, leaving Carmela a wreck.
She collapsed bonelessly onto the dirt, cum oozing from her stretched, wicked orifice. The beasts bid their farewells, satisfied but not sated – they were too virile for that. But Carmela was spent, having achieved such wanton bliss she dare never hope to match, her naughty Latin loins sated for now.
Wearily, she hailed a loved one, convenient and currently unoccupied, to come whisk her away, in pieces, to some far-off land for a much-needed cambiamento – a change of pace.
