Hours of primalistic potencique pounding later.
…
"Have a safe journey Aunt," Daniel said, watching her walk off with the clay pot balanced on her hands.
Tressa turned, her satisfied smile lighting up her face. "Thanks for the meal, Daniel."
Tressa's holes were utterly ruined by Daniel's relentless assault. She walked funny and wobbly on the path, as he'd pumped her ass twice before plunging back into her wet pussy, flooding both with thick, even creampies.
Daniel packed the remaining twelve meat pouches into a clay pot and handed it to her, so she could savor them later at home. In return, she pressed five gold coins into his palm as a generous gift.
*Yawn~*
Daniel yawned at the gate's threshold, watching her fade into the dim streetlight. Then he turned and shuffled toward his room.
*Thud*
Daniel collapsed onto his bed, pulled out his pouch, and withdrew the grimbook. He placed it on his chest, eyes fixed on the ceiling as lantern light flickered from the corner.
