"Honey, I don't like the way it feels."

Sam whines softly, his face perfectly done with your makeup. You'd gotten bored, and Sam was just right there. Plus, he looked cute with lipgloss and his hair in tiny braids.

"Beauty is pain, Sammy."

You scold, giving him more sparkly eyeshadow.

"Do I at least get a reward for sitting here and letting you torture me like this?"

Sam huffs, uncomfortably rubbing his shiny lips together.

"Can't believe you do this to yourself. Pretty anyways."

He pouts at you, kneading your thighs as you sit on top of him.

"What kind of reward are you talkin'?"

You raise your eyebrows. Sam grins, bumping his nose with yours before kissing you gently.

"I dunno. Feel like maybe I deserve some kinda lap dance at the least."

He snickers.