“Boy. Can you handle me?” Brint asks, stroking Sugo’s butt.
“Y-yeah,” Sugo pants, nodding once at first then enthusiastically a moment later. “I can take it.”
Brint considers his reply for a second, then nods briefly. Within the very next second, you get a stark reminder of what minotaurs are and why they have the reputation they do. With a fierce, controlling grip on Sugo’s ass, Brint withdraws and plunges his gigantic cock balls-deep with a loud slap of flesh on flesh, then repeats the motion, only getting faster and more savage by the second. Desperately clinging to whatever he can find, Sugo doesn’t even make a noise initially, his mouth hanging open but nothing coming out of it as he squeezes his eyes shut.
There are no words in the stall, no room for such meaningless verbosity. The only communication taking place is between two beasts, caught up in the act of sex befitting their monstrous forms. Eyes wide, you indeed have the best seat in the house to watch Brint, his muscles bulging as he works Sugo over, sweat running down his manly chest while he grunts. The sounds of sex are so loud in Sugo’s tiny stall, it feels like their desperate grunts and groans of pleasure are boring into your mind.
You can’t resist. Watching - and feeling, as the heavy vibrations of Brint’s groin coming in contact with Sugo’s centaur ass run through his body and up yours - these two go at it has you turned on so much you need to cum, right now. You feverishly pull down your lacy underwear, one hand immediately on your painfully erect cock and another desperately frigging your needy cunt, well past dripping with desire.