You grip the furs beneath you tightly as he takes you roughly, your nails digging into the material as you try to find purchase against his strength. Your body arches involuntarily as he hits a spot deep inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your aching form. His hips slap harder against yours, driving him deeper with each thrust.

"Take it!" he growls, his voice thick with lust and triumph. "Take what's yours."

The centaur growls in satisfaction as he feels your body tensing beneath him. His thrusts become even more furious and powerful, his hips slapping against yours like a battering ram. With one hand still gripped tightly in your hair, he reaches down between your bodies with the other and roughly pinches at your nipple, rolling it roughly between his fingers.

"Cum for me!" he demands, his voice harsh and commanding. "Let me feel every last drop!"

I can feel your walls clenching around the cocks that fill you, milking them for every last drop of pleasure. The sounds of skin slapping against flesh and grunts of effort fill the air, mingling with the intoxicating scent of sex and sweat. The centaur before me begins to slow down again, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears climax. I let out a low growl, urging him on, needing more of this display of dominance. "Harder,"

He nods in agreement, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. His eyes are wild with lust, fixed solely on your body as he pounds into you relentlessly. Sweat drips down his brow, leaving trails of moisture in its wake as he pushes himself closer and closer to release. The other centaurs watch eagerly, their own arousal building with each thrust of his cock inside you. "Fuck~!!!! How's that~?! You like being fucked by all these cocks~?! I'm going to pump so much cum inside you~! You're mine~!! All mine~!!