"Try. Me," Ap shot back, now lifting up her rear legs so she could dig her hooves into your ass. Your soft, beautiful ass. The sharpness of it drove you forward to get away from them, pressing her against the bed, hammering your helmet against her womb. "NGH! Bad idea, bad idea... or maybe good idea," she cried out, shuddering as the way her folds gave you an extra vice-like grip told you she wasn't against it.