He stays

Sam was so horny, he became transfixed with porn in front of him. He slowly wandered to the round couch in the center of the room and sat down, legs splayed far apart as if to give his immense boner room to breathe.

At first, he resisted the urge to jerk off. He dug his hands into the spaces between the cushions of the couch and held on for dear life as his cock wiggled and throbbed as if it were crying for attention.

As his hand started to wander back towards his manhood, he felt something bump against his fingers between the cushions. Not something gross — a crust of food or condoms — no, it was thin plastic. It kind of felt like a... credit card?

The key card!

Sam shot to attention. He tried to pull the cushions off, only find they were sewn to the couch, so he sat there rummaging between the cushions. It was hard to grab, and kept slipping out from between his fingers, but eventually he grabbed it.

Right as he pulled the card out of the couch, though, he felt a warm, wet sensation tingling at the end of his cock. He turned backed from the couch to find...