You get two quick kicks out of her before her wings tear away from you a second time. Oh crap did it hurt her? Dash senses your fear and pulls away from her nibbling. She turns her wet muzzle sideways and lays it underneath your nose, pressing the side of her slender snout to your lips. She coos as she starts nuzzling affectionately against them; the smell of her sloppy, spitty lips hits you like a truck. Everything about her is a turn on now…Slightly bolstered by the results of your efforts thus far, you manage to voice your concerns just as she moves to plant a kiss on the side of your nose.