Hands move to her wings and find purchase on the thickest, feathery, leading edge that encompassed her highly developed humerus bones. Her hind legs tighten around you again as you begin pressing into her with equal effort. She hands over the reins to you as your thrusting picks up a relaxed but deliberate pace. Your lips hover near the back of her jaw while you vie for a stable position. Unbeknownst to you, the shuffling knocks the soap bar off of its holder.