Ethan watched, his cock throbbing as she dressed him, her hands roaming his body, her lips capturing his in a fierce, hungry kiss.
[Look at her, babe. She's drooling over your cock. You don't even have to try to conquer a woman anymore. Just show them your monster dick, and they'll spread their legs for you.] the system chimes in, its tone mocking.
Ethan ignored it, his focus solely on Ashley, on the way her body pressed against his, her wetness coating his skin as she helped him into the clothes. He could feel her desire, her need, her want, and it only served to heighten his own arousal.
Ashley stepped back, her eyes roaming over his body, appreciating the way the clothes fit, the way they hugged his muscles, his lines. "You look good, Ethan," she purred, her voice a sultry invitation. "Really good."
Ethan grinned, a predatory glint in his eye. "And you're still fully dressed. That's not fair."
Ashley chuckled, a breathless sound. "You're right. It's not."
