Ask her to whip it out

Ethan puts on a sly smile, readying to turn this around. "Your turn."

Ashley glances up from Ethan's cock, her face showing a faint hint of surprise before it's replaced with amused interest. "Ah, well..." she reaches down towards the hem of her skirt. "I suppose that's fair."

Slowly, she pulls it up, revealing her tent's support rod.

{if Ashley Sex =true}Ethan feels his throat clench, the sight of Ashley's prick nearly making him cough. Ethan thinks it's a good-looking cock{if Gay =>3}, really good looking even,{endif} but he didn't think she would be bigger than he was. Not by much mind you, but still enough to notice.{endif}

{if Ashley Sex =false}Her dark prick is just how Ethan remembered it, although that doesn't make looking at it any less attention-consuming. Ethan notes, again, that she is indeed bigger than him, although the size difference isn't all to severe.{endif}

"You're staring." Ashley's voice pulls Ethan's eyes off her cock and towards her smiling, plush lips.

"Am I not supposed to?" Ethan teases, casting his gaze back down towards her throbbing mast.

"You're supposed..." Ashley leans back, "To touch it."

Ethan feels his cock throb at the notion, clearly liking what it's hearing, but it also gives Ethan an idea. "Only if you touch mine."

Ashley smiles wide, flashing her pearly whites. "Deal."