As soon as they closed the door behind them, Erica and Cian locked lips with a fervor akin to wild beasts. Cian, being affected by the aphrodisiac, expected such behavior from himself, but witnessing Erica, who was typically timid, acting like a horny mutt, caught him off guard. Nevertheless, he didn't complain; in fact, he rather enjoyed this uninhibited side of Erica.
As their mouths fervently explored one another, their hands began to explore as well. Erica's hand gravitated towards Cian's groin, eagerly massaging the prominent bulge that had formed. Cian's hands, on the other hand, found their way to their respective destinations—one resting on Erica's shapely buttocks, and the other gently cupping her chest.
"Nchuu... chuu... mmm... nfu... Ah!"
Cian momentarily broke their kiss, his breath heavy with desire. "Where's the rope?"
"Oh... Uh, it's here. Just give me a moment," Erica replied, her voice tinged with excitement as she hurried towards her luggage.