Trish could have sworn she'd heard Drake, but that wasn't bothering her as much as seeing Milo's pink tongue in the path of her landing! Trish's bottom paws drag against the moist organ, the strange sensation sending a shiver up her back and through her arms,  causing Trish to inadvertently loose her grip on her 'parachute'.<br/>Trish lands on Milo's tongue as the leaf drifts to the ground. Tasting either defeat or Milo's saliva, Trish attempts to stand on his huge tongue.<br/>"It kinda feels like a water bed..." She says as she manages to stand on all four of her paws, the pulsating muscle making it very difficult for Trish to keep her footing. Eventually she falls, burying her face into Milo's tongue. The moist fleshy surface on her face had to be one of, if not thee, most strangely enjoyable experiences she'd ever felt.<br/>A strange thought crosses Trish's mind; a question for Milo, but she just can't ask it, it would be too awkward...<br/>"Am I yummy Milo?" Trish blurts out without thinking, instantly feeling the blood rush to her face as she blushes in embarrassment...