But Rainbow Dash would have none of that. In an instant she rolls off of you; a quiet squelch is heard as discharge-coated bellies peel off one another. The wet layer on your abdomen wicks away much desired heat. Oh that’s cold.  But you don’t have much time to contemplate it before she moves her muzzle near your crotch. Your shaft bobs under its thin covering and the pre-soaked wet spot at your tip grows a bit. Her muzzle drifts closer and closer and your heart rate goes through the roof. Breath permeates the fabric and wafts over your tortured member as she bumps the tip of her nose right against the wet spot. Oh geez!