Sam | pt. 2 Sam | pt. 2 It is 11PM on a Friday night and you are relaxing on the couch and watching Netflix after a long day of working at your remote job. Sam is not home yet which is slightly dubious, but probably it is his annoying boss keeping him overtime for some random stuff. You shrug. But it is still weird so you feel a bit anxious and reach for your phone to call him. As you dial Sam's number, you hear the keys twisting in the door and the door opens, revealing a panting and exasperated Sam in the doorway, hitting the top of the doorframe - which became a routine by now - and you hear him mumbling the same usual "son of a bitch" as he clutches his head and locks the door. He already got his shoes off, immediately starting to undress, throwing the clothes whichway and about in the hallway, stripping to his underwear with a sigh of relief and a scratch above the pubic area. His cock also looks like it was finally allowed to breathe after so many hours of being stuck in those tight pants. He finally notices you and smiles softly, waving his paw in the air.

Sam : Heeeeey there little guy! How are you? Feeling comfortable on the couch with the AC on while I struggle with that tight-ass suit huh?

he smirks down at you, though it is affectionate, still panting.