Cleaning the slimy stuff off her hands, Emma muttered to herself, 'It's so thick? How could he cum this much? How far did it go?' These thoughts kept reminding her of the more shameful deed than him adding sleeping potions to their food. But thinking about the intention of helping behind it, she shook it off her mind.
As she focused on cleaning her hands again, her breasts still exposed, Kevin's eyes were drawn to her. Instinctively, he moved closer behind her.
Kevin had lied to her; he only spiked the plates of Riya and the others, not hers. His aim was to affect them, but luck was on his side when Emma followed him out of the tent. Convincing her in the tent would have been more challenging since they wouldn't be alone, and she might have felt more uncomfortable, which tends to make things more difficult.
