Yes, I wasn't really holding back because I never planned on doing so.
And as expected, Fiona's attention was drawn to the uncomfortable sensation of stickiness between her inner thighs. Without hesitation, she subtly adjusted her posture and widened her legs to investigate the source of the discomfort. Her expression turned to a frown as she directed her gaze towards me.
Feigning my embarrassed expression, I offered an apologetic explanation for the cause of Fiona's discomfort. "Sorry about that," I muttered with a tired sigh, standing in front of my clay pot. "It seems that I couldn't contain my semen and had mistakenly spilt it once again."
Fiona shook her head in disbelief, letting out a sigh before responding, "While I'm surprised by the sheer quantity of your semen. However, a little warning would have been nice so that I could have consumed it all instead of ending up with stained thighs and a sticky tulga."
