Yes

Hilda grinds herself against the floor like a woman possessed, bucking her hips as her voice growls in need. The floor is slick with her juices now, offering very little traction and causing Hilda to smear her cunny honey all over her own voluptuous body as she slips and slides all over.

She's nearly there, all that matters is finally cumming.

So close! So close!

Pleasure starts to spread out from her pussy as the long-absent feeling of cumming washes over her. Hilda's legs spasm before turning to jelly, her body quivers, and her eyes cross as the once-proud-and-mighty warrior woman has the biggest, messiest, squirtenest orgasm of her life.

And it all came from throwing away my dignity and fucking the floor in front of the trickster who laid me low to begin with!

Hilda lies there on the floor, breathing in the thick aroma of her shame as she contemplates that thought over and over. Her faces flushes with shame and anger at the thought, while her pussy pie tries to squeeze what isn't there.

From a few feet away, Hilda hears her tiny tyrant moan as she fingers herself to her own completion.

"Mmmmmm..." Milly moans. "Hilda, honey, be a dear and lick me clean."

Hilda lies there, contemplating the demand.

Is... is this who I am?