"I chose it," Ap corrected you, her wings flicking out at her sides, forcing her hips up to meet yours the best she could, working on a rhythm separate from your own, making it the experience different with every thrust. You'd plunge forward while she was pulling away, denying you the full comfort of her body, while you'd end up pulling away as she was bucking up against you, preventing you from getting more friction going, but also keeping you in the scalding heat of her passion. Even better was the moments where you'd drive your cock deep into her as she met your hips with her own, allowing for a womb battering collision that made stars explode in the back of your eyes.