Her muzzle fur was matted with saliva from your earlier attempts at kissing, the smell of it made you want to taste it, and the taste made you want to feel where it came from. Your tongues reunite and you pick up your pace as she finds a way to rock against each thrust. One hand snakes to her wing and you spread your fingers out on the underside of it before tracing them to her leading edge. Hind legs buck out of unison as you stimulate her from two different directions. 