The female of twenty-five seasons panted as she ran. She cupped her wildly bouncing breasts with both hands while her four hooves pounded the ground i... a desperate gallop. The frightened centaur just had to get away! She couldn’t let her pursuer even get close!The area was supposed to be safe! Her younger sister, Heather, had been there just yesterday and assured her! The still coltish beauty of eighteen seasons had stated positively that no herds ever went near the small idyllic meadow. Fern. The seconds passed and nothing happened. I could feel Sandra’s gaze locked on my pussy and this was not helping in the slightest. I was very conscious that my own pubic triangle was not shaved and was instead a mass of brown curly hairs nestled around my lower lips. Between Sandra’s thighs, her squirting shower of piss was beginning to wane as she finished her leak. If I did not start soon then I would be peeing on my own!Finally, I managed it and a familiar sensation flooded down my stomach to. The funny part was that even as that finger touched the outer rim of my asshole, I never gave a moment's though to that stupid sorority pledge.Then he was rubbing my asshole itself in exactly the same way, light and slippery and so sexy. Soon the tip of his finger was turning inwards, pressing, popping through the tight ring of my anus. It stuck there one knuckled deep, and it felt so good I never wanted him to stop. I felt lightheaded and horny, and as I felt his cock pressing its hardness. She began rubbing Adara’s back with one hand as she slid the other into her warm clitoris. ‘Your time’s running out.’ She may have looked like a typical Hallowed woman, but she was much more- only part of why Adara was so afraid. She was pressed straight up against Asmana the Spider. The pentacle they were locked in was called a duel circle, but Asmana made it feel like a murder circle. With no experience and a body as plain as day, there was little Adara could do but lie still, completely.