Translations:Codex: Leather Club/23/en

Sophia whines and takes a deep breath, tearing her eyes away from the sight of a Centaur girl–or more aptly herm. The four-legged woman seems not to notice all of the eyes on her, drinking in the sight of her in nothing but leather straps and buckles, with a canyon of free-flowing cleavage and a slightly-squishy tummy... all the way back to the massive, swinging, equine endowment that occasionally slaps up against her horsey-half. “Uuuhm... just a beer. I’m not up for cocktails yet...”