Sammy

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[this is my first imagine so If it sucks I'm sorry]
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Sammy sleeping in the massage chair in y'all's house and you come home from shopping with the girls and he's still sleeping so you decide to surprise him and try to wake him up in the way he likes since he's been so stressed out lately with touring and stuff so you put your shopping bags down on the couch and you drop to your knees in front of your still-sleeping boyfriend and you carefully slide his sweatpants and underwear down just enough for his cock to be exposed and you sense Sammy's shudder from him being exposed to the cool air conditioning of the house and you bite your lip as you let your hand lightly pump up and down Sammy's cock, twisting your hand every so often, and you hear him moan quietly every few seconds and his breaths become more shallow and gradually quicken and you smirk to yourself pridefully before moving your mouth to his hard cock and begin to teasingly suck on the head like a lollipop before moving your mouth down even lower, letting your teeth graze down his shaft, and Sammy suddenly wakes up and makes eye contact with you as you look up at him and you suck a little harder and he immediately throws his head back, gripping the armrests for dear life, and you take in what you can, your hand having to stroke the rest of him, and he grabs your hair forcefully but you pull off immediately and Sammy whines like a child and you look at him and taunt teasingly, "Why are you acting like a child, Daddy? Don't you want me to make you feel good?" Sammy bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut. "Y-yeah," he manages to stammer. "I-I-I j-just want you t-to make me f-feel good, baby. I'm sor-sorry baby. Just-oh god, please don't stop. Please. I swear I'll s-stop being bad. Please-please just keeping sucking Daddy. Please baby." That's enough begging for you to go back to blowing Sammy and he keeps screaming your name amongst many profanities until he finally cums, shuddering and writhing in his seat and seeing stars, and you lock eyes with Sammy again and swallow every bit of his load, even though you hate the way it tastes, and Sammy slumps in the chair and weakly smiles and says, "You need to do that more often, babe. That was fucking amazing."

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