Translations:Codex: Leather Club/39/en

A number of smiling faces part around her (or probably-smiling, a couple are wearing ball gags or masks). When she reaches the Centaur however, she’s at the center of a stage. A lithe man is helping get some leather straps on around the horse portion of her body, and something that looks like a harness. All the way, there’s whooping and cheering as the ‘taur fondles her overflowing breasts. Up close, the smell of her is utterly intoxicating. Lusty fuck-pheromones seem to pour from the herm-Centaur’s rear end, every time her tail swishes from side to side. “U-uhm!” Sophia stammers, and her voice is lost to the crowd around her. She blushes and shouts again in a clearer voice, before holding up the large mug, nearly spilling some on herself.