Wings flap one last time before succumbing to rigid arousal. A tilt of your head seals your gaping mouths together. The flavor of pancake and melon lasts only as long as it takes to taste her teeth and you sink into an intimate caress with her tongue. It couldn’t speak right now, but it had a message to convey, a slobbery promise of provision and protection. But there was something else, a hidden note she didn’t want the teacher spotting, but passed nonetheless.