"Tina's udders are making her close to orgasm messily"
Erin barely had time to look up, before milk spewed out of the giant centaur's udder, the alabaster fluid filling the street, and making the other two girls absolutely covered in it. It even reached Erin's feet, the white fluid lapping at her sneakers.
"Ugh, come on Tina!" Trish complained, "I just got my coat cleaned! Do you have any idea how hard it is to clean 7 colours?"
"I'm sorry," Tina panted, "You know how being full of milk makes me cum!"
Erin smirked, and generated another sentence, targeting Cindy.
"The Centaur is embarrassed that a stranger saw her friend cum."
She changed "Stranger" to "Hottie" and looked up. She noticed that Cindy was staring at her, only to look away and try to brush milk off of herself.
Another sentence was generated, still targeting Cindy.
"Cindy hopes that the hottie is single."
'Oh oh!' Erin thought, even though she couldn't really change anything about it. She generated another sentence.
"Cindy is debating on approaching her but is too embarrassed of her friend's outburst to do so."
Once again, Erin didn't think that she could change anything about that sentence. She was about to generate another sentence, before she noticed a clopping of hooves. Looking up, she saw Cindy trotting towards her, blushing harder and harder the closer she got. "Hey," she said, "Have you... got a minute?"
"Sure," Erin said, pocketing her phone.
"Listen, I'm sorry for Trish making a mess, she's always like this... you understand, right?" Cindy said, trying to hide her D-cup breasts, "And, You were the only one around, and... um..." she paused for a moment, "Are you free right now?"
"Yeah?" Erin said. "Why?"
"Well," Cindy continued, "Would you mind coming over? Because I need to clean my coat, and Trish broke my brush last time, and the only one left is for hands, and-" she babbled on. "You can ride on my saddle! It's clean, I think..."
One sentence later, and it was positively sparkling. Erin got on, and rode Cindy home.