It's just a simple deep French kiss. How bad could it be to do that? Especially with how cute she was, how could ever you deny her beauty a chance at a new experience? You were absolutely rigid and horny by this point, and you wanted to cut to the chase ASAP. And so, you did.
Approaching her lips, you pressed your hands against the hem of her upper and lower lips, smooching along her upper muzzle and directly onto her lips. Unlike much of her scaled snoot, it was softer here, which made it much nicer to kiss and worship. At some point, you wanted to take it a step further, though.
Pressing your hands as hard as you could, you managed to break the sleepy vacuum seal, and her lips became much easier to move. You pushed between her lips and made room for your head to also push in. The effect was that, after a minute, you were up to your shoulders in Pata-maw. It was super dark in here, and your only source of light was from the part of her lips that you separated. It was a neutral-smelling, fleshy, gooey chamber of love, and a tongue that needed kissing, and it need it now! You knew it did!
And with some shimmying and pulling and squirming, you had popped past her lips and onto the squishiest, softest surface you've ever felt in your life...
Her tongue. It was like a master bed. Like it was made for you. Or at least that's what your morning wood is telling you...
You could hear in the pitch black, some breathing, coming from somewhere in front of-- and above you. Right. She's breathing through her snoot. You hugged her fat soft tongue nonetheless, and gave the hot rough surface nice and wet kisses, covering your face in slick saliva~
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