Musco drew out his own special brand of milking for as long as his small gut would allow.  After a time he became more gentle with the motions, wanting to keep the creamy taste pure and untainted with the blood that his pointy fangs threatened to draw forth again.  By the time he'd had his fill the catboy's stomach was tight and pleasantly distended.  He snuggled up between Molly's massive breasts and straddled her waist.  His member pressed firmly between their stomaches, and he couldn't help but wriggle just a bit at the sensation.<br/><br/><strong>"Musco feel full now,"</strong>he purred, wrapping his arms around her breasts.<strong>"Moo-thing feel good too?  Can Musco help more?"</strong>