"Why?" Cyrus asked with sleepy, hazy eyes, as if he were still drunk on their kisses. "Don't you want to kiss again?"
Roxanna pressed her lips together. With that look on his face, he seemed even more handsome than usual. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly tried to push away her wild thoughts.
"We didn't come here to do naughty things," she said softly, reminding them, or perhaps herself. "We came to look for the deer beastman for Calen."
Right after she said that, her eyes accidentally—or maybe on purpose—drifted downward and landed on Cyrus's and Luan's manhoods, which were standing as straight as pillars. Both of them looked equally big—damn it! Stop comparing her husbands' cocks like that!
She quickly looked away, feeling both embarrassed and flustered, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
"I know," Luan muttered. "But the weather outside is bad. We can't walk any farther right now. Maybe… for two or three hours."
