Whip it out

As his hands work at his fly, Ethan considers what's happening. He's about to whip his dick out because a girl on a couch sitting next to him told him to. In his experience, this can only really end one way. Because he's already thinking about that one way, he's already at full mast.

Pulling his pants open, he reaches in and fishes around, freeing himself and letting it hang out. While Ashley's already seen his cock before, not counting the incident when they were nine, he still watches her closely, trying to gauge her reaction. Based on what he can glean, she looks pleased, more so than last time he'd wager.

"Very nice," she chews the corner of her mouth playfully, tilting her head just so. "That all for me?"

"More or less." Ethan teases, trying to hide his growing desires. Ashley is eyeing him, or rather his cock, very intently, and it making it hard to think properly. Still, he can sense the ball is now in his court.

The question, of course, is what to do. Obviously, the first thing that comes to mind is to ask her if she wants to suck it, but an alternative idea does come to mind. Ashley's own desires are on painful display, a telltale tent present under her skirt. Ethan could, if he wanted, toss the same request back at her.