You finish exploring her cradle and move a hand to the root of her wing, the other hand remains to deal with any residual twitching. Her tongue had long since grown tired and resigned itself to bathing in your flavor by snuggling up to yours. The two muscles hold each other as their owners continue their ministrations elsewhere. She’s still not showing any signs of breaking the kiss. You had to agree with her that the wet oral contact was entirely necessary, you wanted to feel as close to each other as physically possible. However, air was becoming scarce. Your nose was serving your needs just fine, but hers was having trouble. Hands had been working her up for some time now and she’d yet to hit any of your hot spots with her hooves. You felt almost felt bad for her, she only wanted to return the favor. 