That familiar sensation nearly pulled Sam into a whirlpool of desire.
It was akin to lying in a bathtub, where upon opening the tap, you're immediately enveloped by a stream of warm and comfortable water, without the need for any heating process, directly experiencing the pleasure of enjoyment.
However, Sam didn't want to succumb to such feelings. If a man can't learn to restrain his desires, he isn't truly mature.
"Snap."
Sam grabbed Zoe's hand, preventing her from holding on to his cock any longer.
The woman looked up somewhat bewildered, as if the haze of desire hadn't fully dissipated yet.
Her eyes, filled with longing, were fixed on Sam, as if craving to press play on a paused movie, or like a sports car desiring to fully press the accelerator and speed off into an endless highway.
Sam suppressed the urge within him, feeling it inappropriate to flirt at this moment, and also finding the timing quite odd.
