Her lubricant production tapers off to a comfortable mean but your member slides into her like glass on ice. Her body didn’t know what to do. Commands coming from her oversensitive crotch and flight muscles conflicted with the scattered ones coming from her brain. The result was a twitching, drooling mess of a pegasus that could do little more than breathe and process pleasure. Laying your belly on hers you manage to match up the angle of your throbbing erection with the angle of her canal. The result was frictionless but deeper penetration.