Cass was so caring. He was so kind. Look at him, giving these men whatever they've desired?
Who could ever be a better lover? Look at him, feeding them, watering them, letting them fill him up as many times as they wanted and asking for more? They could touch him, squeeze him, slap his ass or squeeze his tits and was Cass complaining?
No. He was asking for more, begging for more, while also giving them his cum, his seed. He was painting them just as they wanted. Filling them, pumping them, giving them everything he had and then some.
So what if he was being fed? That was just a byproduct. No one needed to know about that. And who were they to complain?
Certainly not Eddie after Cass developed his own set of fangs after Eddie's tight ass milked him of his own seed while Cass had him pinned against the wall in a similar hold that Lucy had done to him in the bathroom.
