She makes her way home; dirty, humiliated, and unbelievably wet

Hilda trudges along, her bare feet becoming caked in mud as she makes her way down the path back to her keep.

Her face burns with a mix of shame and arousal as she thinks about what she's just done.

What came over me? Why would I do something so... so scandalous?

Her feet squelch in the mud as she continues, and as the day progresses, the mud on her body starts to dry. All of it, that is, except for one spot.

Despite her best efforts to think un-sexy thoughts, poor Hilda can't completely drive them away from her mind, and the leaky love-juice streaming down from her pussy over her shaped and toned thighs serve as a naughty reminder of that fact.

Why wont you stop!?

Her mind reels at the implication, but she simply refuses to think about as she diverts all her energy towards getting home, one squelching step at a time.

By the time she reaches her keep, her body - except for her crotch and inner thighs, is covered in a dull gray, dry dirt. Her crotch and thighs are still very muddy, shiny, and fragrant.

Hilda sighs in relief at the sight of her home and the safety it provides, but as it comes into view, her mind panics as the first twangs of despair form in the pit of her flabby tummy.

H-how am I going to get inside without everyone seeing me?!