Of Horses and Heels

Emily covered her face with her arms out of instinct as the Centaur's cock finally exploded with several rope-y strands of thick seed. Waiting out the eruption, the redhead smirked and rolled out from underneath the Centaur.

"Looks like that's my win, isn't it?" Emily called.

Tawncal catches his breath after his orgasm. The Centaur looks very frustrated. He looks at Emily after having made a mess on the mat.
« You just got lucky. Next time, you'll lose. Humans always lose against Centaurs. »

"That mess begs to differ," Emily said, gesturing to the mess on the mat, "It just takes the right kind of human."

With that, the redhead would make her way out of the ring, shoulders aching a bit from the match, but otherwise feeling quite triumphant.