Of Horses and Heels

Released from the forearm choke, Emily sees Tawncal backing off. Deciding that she's not having that, Emily pushes herself off the turnbuckle, trying to slide under Tawncal's horse body before reaching up with her feet to try to start stroking his equine cock, remembering that her hands didn't have much effect last time.

Tawncal's eyes open wide, as he feels a strange touch on his cock. It's not hands, it's... feet ! Whow, Emily is giving him a footjob ! The Centaur moans and paws the ground, but his horse cock stiffens to the erection.
« Nnnngh... »

"Well well," Emily taunted as she watched him go hard, "Looks like you've got weaknesses of your own, eh big boy?"

With that, Emily would keep stroking his equine cock with her feet, deriving a fair bit of sadistic pleasure at seeing this proud Centaur reduced to a slave to the ministrations of her feet.

Tawncal tries to catch his breath, but his breath cuts short with arousal, and the Centaur is now in full erection.
« Nnngh, damn... Stop it... »
The Centaur has to react, but the girl's footjob feels really to good. He steps backward to move his cock away from her feet, and when he sees her, he bends over to scoop her up and to throw her to the ropes.

To Emily's disappointment, the Centaur manages to gather enough of himself to move his cock away. Unfortunately, she can't adjust her own position accordingly before he scoops her up and tosses her to the ropes. The redhead crashes against the ropes, managing to get a grip on them to keep from bouncing off, but otherwise helpless, with her arms over the ropes and her body wide open.

Tawncal is not allowed to grapple with Emily while she's touching the ropes. The Centaur waits for her, feeling the weight of his horse cock in full erection below his horse belly. He groans like a stallion, aroused, horny. He gazes at Emily's pussy.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, Emily watched Tawncal carefully, noting how he clearly seemed muddled with lust. The thought that she'd reduced the proud Centaur to this emboldened Emily, and the redhead stepped forward from the ropes, still leaving room between her and Tawncal.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Emily taunted, "Come on!"

The Centaur paws the ground again, and comes on with a lustful equine groan, still gazing at her pussy. He bends over to grab her from her waist and tries to raise her up in order to lick her pussy.

Emily yelps out of surprise at Tawncal's sudden approach, not able to do much to keep the Centaur from lifting her up, but having no real reason to do anything about it. After all, Tawncal went and put her in the perfect position for what she needed to do. Arching her back, Emily quickly tried to wrap her legs around his neck, trying to choke the Centaur out while he was busy trying to get her bikini bottom off so he could access her pussy.

Tawncal is kinda sluggish for the moment. He doesn't react when Emily wraps her legs around his neck, and feels kinda dumb to get trapped so easily. But fortunately for him, his arms have been caught between Emily's legs. Instead of prying the legs apart, he only focuses on her sex, and tries to rip her bikini off with a bit of rage.