Martha could only gape at the scene, her brain struggling to catch up. Circe, on the other hand, let out a sigh of relief that could have rattled the windows.
"Thank God!" she muttered to herself. "Seems like this broad hasn't fallen for the cock... yet!"
"Let's vacate the premises, shall we?" Circe suggested, her voice laced with a hint of urgency. "The man needs his rest."
The last thing she needed was these women getting any more of that cock...!!
The memory of her own experience of that cock, a taste that sent a blush creeping up her neck, fueled her desire to get them out of there quickly.
Tempest and Penelope, though their eyes lingered on Kiba for a beat too long, nodded in agreement. Circe hustled them out, practically dragging Martha by the arm.
*** ***
The following hour was a blur for Martha.
