Not so much

Sam, sensing the maid's body shaking with pleasure, decided to take the next step. He kissed her face, working his way down slowly, while easing down his shorts with his free hand. The maid's body stiffened instantly, and he could tell she was ready. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and started pulling it up.

Alex 's fight was getting more ****. When he tried to get away, the outfit turned his motions into a squirm of pleasure. Pushes became strokes. Attempts to speak became moans.

As Sam started to pull up his skirt, Alex tried to shove Sam off his body, but the outfit had other plans. Instead of pushing him away and yelling, Alex flipped Sam on his back, grabbing him by his shirt lapels, and growled seductively. A small trembling smile touched Alex's lips.

"Oh god. The lipstick is making me smile?!" Alex thought. "...Isn't it?"

He found himself sitting astride Sam, his gloved hands on his friend's equipment. As his hand drifted down and cupped Sam's balls, he could feel a warm, tingling tightness in his hands. His friend's semen, still in his balls, was affecting him somehow.