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“Maybe you just need to decompress, cmon!! We’ll be short Sammy!” You genuinely believed he did need to decompress, he always seemed so stressed, but he’d been kind to you so far, way more than other people had at least.

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Sammy broke the silence with a few coughs and a little chuckle, making you laugh.

“I thought you said you used to smoke? Coughing like a baby.” You playfully jabbed and shook your head, which was resting on his lap, laid up on the couch with him as you two shared a blunt.

“Go easy. it’s been a while.” He whispered, high as a kite and softly smiling.

You broke out into giggles, cheesing so hard and rolling to bury your face in his tummy. His ran his hands through your hair before questioning all this laughter.

“You’re jus’ rlly cute. Im sorry!! I know I shouldn’t say that.” You mumbled, your hands grabbing at his shirt and softly placing a kiss on his stomach.

His breath caught, and you watched a small little smile break on his face. “Oh yea? That’s why?” He whispered, his tone skeptical.

You nodded, giggling a little more before physically feeling him get hard. You smirked and sat up.

“Lemme take care of you Sammy. Pleaseee.” You carefully ran your hands over his bulge, quick to find a sensitive spot that made him kinda gasp. His smile never faltered, but he shook his head.

His lips met yours, growing a sorry look on his face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea cutie.” He whispered, letting you cup his face and pepper a few kisses all over it.

“Oh yea?” You asked, followed by a nod from Sammy. “Can I kiss you.. at least?” Your voice was so incredibly small, like you were scared you blew it. Sammy just smiled and nodded.

-

“We can’t. I want it too. But you know we cant” breathlessly muttered between kisses, Sammys hands cupping your face with a sorry look on his.

You immediately pout, shaking your head. Your hands reached for the buttons on his shirt, carefully undoing them between little kisses you left here and there on his chest and tummy.

He giggled, playfully smiling. His face told an entirely different story than his words.

“Oh baby this is a bad idea, I dunno cutie” He whispered, softly placing kisses on your chest as he helped you straddle him.

By the time his pants were off, he was half lidded, sleepy, and guilt ridden. His brows a little furrowed.

“What’s wrong with this Sammy? Hm?” You asked, curious if he actually just didn’t want you or if he genuinely had a reason.

“I got a wife. I can’t..” He muttered, like he didn’t want to admit it. He was flushed and needy at this point, and you just shook your head.

He grabbed his dick, lining it up with you and letting you slowly lower yourself on him, earning a few breathless gasps and moans.

“Oh Fuuck- mph- F-feel s’ good.” He whined when you finally took all of him, hands needily grasping at your hips.