Earning the FEESH (Patreon)

She'd watched the Fisherman, older, grizzled, but determined and strong. He'd spent all day on the dock, waiting, timing his strokes just right, and his reward had been a bucket of sweet plump and delicious looking fish as the sun went down.

She'd done this before, she knew what he'd want, and she had preened herself in all the right places. His eyes told her where he looked, and she knew what he liked to see.

Submission, a heap of lust, and a whole dildo inside her tummy. At the end of the day, it beat hunting on her own, and she got filled either way. both with fish, and fisherman.