Xena walked into the room.
To say she was not a bit nervous would be a lie.
After all, she had been outside the room when Ngozi had it with Eros and then Caren, and both times, their moans were not like it usually was whenever they were rubbing privates with Eros.
She walked into the room and after closing the door behind her, she noticed her mates in a lotus position on the ground at a corner.
Although Xena was not a cultivator, for reasons she could not explain, she was still quite sensitive to the presence of cultivators. This had always been so for her since she was a child.
She turned to Eros. Behold, his manly member was as erect has she had always known it to be. It was decorated roughly with veined patterns signifying the strong intensity of his erection and his readiness to plough like a hungry farmer.
However, Eros eyes were not on her. Instead, it was on a variety of herbs before him.
