|
“M-Miwk…?” She muttered out, confused. It was hard for her to connect those dots, but she realized it then. Clarabelle was offering to breastfeed. The smooches on her face made it obvious that she was flustered and nervous. But she nodded a bit and tried to wipe the slobber from her mouth. “C-Clawa’s milkies…?” she seemed a bit embarrassed, pushing her fake hooves against her breasts still.
|