She’s taking your shirt off telekinetically, and you move to let her. Then she collapses on top of you. There’s the licking again, all over your face and neck and upper body. Her hooves are wrapped around you in a tight hug. How she expects to get anything done when she’s way up here, and your business end is way down there, you have no idea. You’ll have to do some of this yourself. A little difficult, when her half-spread, arched wings are blocking your view of what her own body isn’t obstructing itself.