Of course not

"If the fatso gets a second turn, I want it too. And you'll have to swallow this time, Rayla."
"Hey, what about me?"
"You? You wait, four-eyes."
Staggered, Rayla managed to tear her eyes away from Fynn's cock.
"Hmm, no... No, Fynn... Guys, there is no time for this. We have to escape from here!"
She backed away and stood up from the bench. She felt flustered, she turned away so that the boys couldn't notice it by looking at her face.

She took the dirty rag she had been using and began to clean herself. She had to be quick if she didn't want to give all that spunk the chance to dry. There was a sure lot of it between her cleavage and... Wait..., spunk?! Where did that even come from? She didn't remember having ever used such a vulgar term before, it wasn't like her. She shrugged the thought off and began untying the cloth around her breasts to clean better in the middle. There was really no time.
A long-drawn sigh of relief escaped her lips once she had freed her nipples from the coarse fabric.

Why did they feel so hard and tender? She lingered with her hands on her breasts. Was it the cold? No, she knew what it was, but she couldn't believe it...
She was getting aroused, after all.
How was that even possible? Was it because of the potion? It must be, no other explanation made sense. But how was it that now she was being affected too? Was it contagious somehow? Was it going to get as bad as it was for the guys? Her mind raced.
Was she going to lose it like them if she stayed too long without relieving the urge?
Maybe it was just her imagination, but she could feel it growing already.

Rayla shook her head. No, she had to keep her head cool, get out of here and away from the boys as long as she was still in control of herself. She couldn't risk being still stuck in here with them when... IF, a fit of uncontrollable sexual urge like theirs was going to hit her. She couldn't be completely sure it was going to happen either, but she wasn't willing to even just consider the light arousal she was experiencing might be something else other than some wicked magical effect.

The first step towards her freedom was to get out of this cell. Edrig had still the lockpick. With that and her skill, it would take less than a minute to get the door open.
She just had to get it from him.
Easy, right?