Of Horses and Heels

The presence of Tawncal's arms in the hold managed to interrupted her plans a bit, ending up with Emily's grip slipping a bit as the Centaur manages to rip her bikini off. Not even slightly fazed, Emily moves her target a bit lower, instead slipping her legs under Tawncal's arms to compress his human torso.

Now Emily's pussy is exposed. Tawncal tries now to slip down his arms to free them. If he manages, he will hold Emily's butt with both hands and try to raise her back up to lick her pussy. He can smell her feminine scent from there. He lets out a lustful equine groan again and paws the groan as some pheromones titillate his nose.

Seeing that her current tactic isn't working out, Emily releases her grip and flops down to the mat. Quickly recovering from the fall, the redhead tries to pull herself under the Centaur using his hooves. If she can manage this, Emily will try to secure his rear legs under her arms and continue her footjob.

Tawncal gets free sooner than expected. But he wants to make her cum. He sees her clearly sliding beneath him, but doesn't intend to let her do. He steps backward, keeping his cock and his hind legs away from her. He bends over again, gazing at her pussy. He wants to eat it. At least to lick it. His primal stallion instincts want to smell it.

Emily keeps her grip on Tawncal's front legs, getting dragged along with the Centaur as he backs away. Deciding to try another angle, Emily rolls away, trying to back away from the Centaur as she considers her next plan of attack.

Tawncal didn't get rid of Emily, but she moves away by herself and backs away from him. The Centaur paws the ground and charges at her to grab her and to raise her up.

Emily found her attempts to plan out her next move interrupted when Tawncal charged her. The redhead couldn't really try to dodge out of the way before she found herself being picked up by the Centaur. Trying to counter Tawncal's advances, Emily wrapped her arms around his torso as well, trying to lock in a bearhug to keep him from getting her up further.

Tawncal finds his torso wrapped into a Bearhug. Emily is strong, that is a fact. But the Centaur has lifted her feet off the mat. He moves to grind her back against the turnbuckle and uses his right hand to stroke her pussy. Arousal and pain should be enough to loosen the Bearhug, that's Tawncal's hope.

Emily frowned as she was once more carried off by the Centaur, being unable to counter the advantage of his horse body.

The redhead was soon interrupted when she felt her back impact against the turnbuckle, drawing a pained groan from the redhead as Tawncal ground her back against the turnbuckle and stroked her exposed folds. The combination of pain and pleasure made it difficult to keep the hold locked, Emily's arms starting to loosen from around Tawncal's torso.

Tawncal grins, Emily weakens indeed under both pain and arousal. Her pussy belongs to the Centaur now ! Tawncal lifts her up, almost making her sit on the top of the turnbuckle, and starts licking at her pussy with no mercy, groaning under the sexual pheromones from the girl's sex.