As the maw comes down over Feign's head, his mouth slips off of tamara's nipple leaving a milky smear in her fur.  He pets and rubs her back and nuzzles her breast.  The hand that was petting her tummy is slowly moving down her body, petting and massaging on the way down.<br/><br/>Feign's lower body is still in Jaku's grip, though his squirming is slowly sliding him more towards Tamara.  The feeling of the warm scales against his flesh is incredible, and he moans softly as he slides against the coils.