Think about it

Ethan imagines pulling Charlie in, forcing her slender frame tight against his chest, feeling hers squish against his.

He pictures forcing her into a kiss, her offering only a token resistance before melting against him, allowing herself to be taken.

He wonders if she's dusky all over, or if when he strips her bare he'd find tan lines adorning her exposed flesh.

In his mind, he explores every inch of her body, from her shapely tits, to the wetness she tries to hide from him between her thighs.

Wetness he caused. Wetness for him.