Translations:Codex: Leather Club/60/en

It’s an awkward, and unromantic process, getting lifted up and placed in straps. Part of her had expected to be bent over and facing forwards... instead it’s a far more embarrassing on-her-back position, with legs and arms wrapped around Joy’s body. There’s a brief shock of heat as the Centaur’s cockhead is pressed up against her now utterly drenched quim. Instead of check for any kind of readiness, Joy simply bucks. Gravity and pressure force thick futa dick-meat past the boiling-hot entrance to Sophia’s depths, unstoppable despite the near-virginal tightness with which her womanhood clenches down. The Fox cries out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as she’s spread wide and to the limit around it, every single fold and nerve put under pressure. She whimpers and clenches down, trying to arrest Joy’s movement, but it’s already being drawn out, feeling as though it’s scraping her insides free at the same time.