After squeezing out a few more drops for the colt, the baker collapsed on the couch, still dripping the musky fluid. She looked back to Clover who was furiously rubbing himself and cumming a second time. The two faced and shared a brief smile, no clear connection, but definite satisfaction. Shortly afterwards, Mrs. Cake drifted off to sleep. Clover laid his head on one of her soft cheeks, patted it as his pillow, and gave it one long, sweet kiss before falling into slumber himself.