The window was open, letting in a cold breeze. Sam faced the refreshing air, which slightly eased the flush on his face.
Of course, it was more important to clear out the lingering smell in the room.
It was... somewhat embarrassing.
Anyone with a bit of experience would recognize the scent as that of semen.
Sam looked out at the gloomy clouds and the playground where several boys were still persistently playing basketball, their movements thumping against the ground.
Not far behind Sam,
was a girl who had just put on her shoes, surrounded by many crumpled pieces of paper on the table.
Angel frowned.
"Why did you open the window? Trying to freeze me to death?"
Sam immediately closed the window a bit.
"I was just airing out the room. Lucky no one came in earlier, or they would've seen you giving me a footjob..."
Angel's feet... were indeed wonderful.
