"Sigrid?" Claudia's gentle voice broke through her intense, filthy internal monologue. "I'm about to go back inside to dish up some breakfast. I made a huge pot of roasted potatoes with rich, savory gravy. Would you like a plate?"
Sigrid winced slightly as her stomach gave a heavy, bloated slosh. Embarrassment washed over her anew.
"N-No...thank you, Claudia." Sigrid murmured, staring blankly ahead. "I've...already eaten plenty this morning."
"Oh? So early? What on earth did you eat?"
Sigrid took a slow breath, her gaze hollow. "Cream. A lot of cream."
Claudia frowned, completely baffled. "Cream? For breakfast? What kind of dish is served with that much cream...?"
Sigrid didn't answer. She couldn't. Her stomach was literally sloshing with liters of Luca's hot, heavy semen. She felt as though she had consumed an entire seven-course banquet purely composed of his fluid.
The thought of taking a single bite of actual food made her feel like she might burst!
'Just one night...'.
