Stretched And Filled By The Centaur

By Annie Smith

Two beautiful women were staying in a mansion in mountains, away from the city. They found an injured Centaur behind the mansion one evening and brought him home for treatment. When they checked him the next morning, he was carrying the morning wood—big and thick. Things took an interesting turn from here and became wicked when one of them displayed a desire to touch him.

This book contains a monster erotica theme. Tow Women are depicted in a sexual situation with a centaur. Reader's discretion is recommended.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Annie Smith
• Release date: Jul 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005961312

Annie Smith

Hi There. I'm Annie. I'm from San Diego. I like exploring paranormal things, especially scary monsters. I always wondered what would it be like if a monster got an opportunity to mate with a beautiful girl like me. Um... this is just fantasy guys and I'm giving it substance through my stories. I hope you're enjoying them.Keep Reading my books.

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Stretched and Filled By The Centaur

By Annie Smith

Copyright © 2022 Annie Smith

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Stretched and Filled By The Centaur

Annie Smith

Dedicated to my boyfriend. He’s almost like a monster.

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Please note, this is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in the story are over 18 years. Further, the model used in the cover for the book is for illustration purpose only. They have nothing to do with the story narrated in the book. Therefore no connection should be made between story and the models.

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Stretched and Filled By The Centaur

It was 6 a.m. Rubbing her eyes, Isabella was walking down the hall of the mansion, which was situated in the mountains, her heels echoing in the stillness of the morning. She was 24 years old blonde, tall and beautiful, wearing a white top and knee-length skirt. Reaching the big living room, she stopped. On the sofa was lying her boss, Doctor Madison. It seemed she was in a deep sleep. Isabella couldn’t help admiring how beautiful she was. She was ten years elder to her but didn’t give that impression.

Isabella sighed and looked toward the room in which Doctor Madison had kept the Centaur. It was a strange creature, having the head, trunk and arms of a man, and the body and legs of