The babymaking depravity ended and the morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of Renji's apartment.
After rounds and rounds of emptying his balls with Reina, he woke up feeling refreshed. His muscles were loose, his mind was clear, like all the tension had been fucked out of him.
He stepped out of the shower, steam clinging to his skin, and toweled off briskly, humming a tube into the morning air.
Slipping into his school uniform, he caught the savory aroma of breakfast wafting from the kitchenette. Reina, as the devoted housemilf she was, had risen early despite the late-night breeding session, and had made sure his breakfast was ready in time.
Renji entered the kitchen, spanking her fat ass through the shorts he wore as she giggled naughtily.
"What's for breakfast, Reina?"
She set a plate on the table: grilled fish, pickled veggies and chocolate tea—a simple but hearty spread.
