Another soft moan left the swollen cellist, her airfilled body squishing and squeaking as it filled up nearly the entire floor of the room they were inside. Quite a persistent stallion, isn’t he? She had to wonder if he were acting in good faith, doing this, or if he had some other motives behind it… then again, if he were awaiting her signal, she was the one who hadn’t given it yet. Letting a small smile grown on her lips behind those of the pegasus, her soft gaze settled on his face, blush firm on her cheeks. He’d see her eyes were open eventually, surely, and then… well, hopefully he wouldn’t mind if she asked him to not stop right away…