That is important in the grand scheme of thing. Venus had worked a good many men through a good many 'lacksidaisical' non-erections, but this seemed to be quite real.

Reaching down, she pulls those jeans open, slipping a hand (carefully because of nails) in to tease along his length; she groans at the feel of him, it's true, hot and hard and nice and long. "Damn, honey. You're telling me this is all for me?"