You could just…”Ngh!”…barely…”Mph!”…reach….”Gaaah!” Dash holds onto your torso and lets out airy squeals of pleasure from the deep stimulation. You continue your short bobs into her depths until your breathing gets shakier and your joints begin to tremble. A familiar pressure begins to rapidly mount behind your shaft. Your hands barely continue to stimulate her wings as you collapse onto her sweaty form. You bury your nose in her mane and nudge into her a few more times as you struggle to hold the dam of fluid in your groin. Recognizing the drop-off quickly approaching, you devote your remaining lucidity to putting delicate down-pressure on the throbbing flight appendages.