On second thought this angle should work too. You scoot closer to her and sit back on your knees. She’s got her smiling muzzle buried in the sheets with some fabric clenched between her teeth; her eyes are squinted shut in anticipation and her wings are perfectly rigid. The sight of her like this almost makes your heart stop, but you don’t want to keep her waiting. You lift her tail out of the way to reveal her gorgeous mare parts in all their wet splendor. The multiple colors converge right above a smooth donut, beautiful naked skin spans the short distance to the next crevice in her geography, her flushed innards barely visible behind puffy pink lips, ”Ayy, 'r theeth new theets?” She asks with genuine interest—the fabric in question filling her mouth.