No time to argue

Sam is about to argue, but Phina's hands are quicker. The button pops open on his shorts and Phina's hand in instantly inside taking a firm grip on his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers.

"This..... this is a really bad idea." Sam mutters, but chokes on the words as Phina doesn't stop, her hand sliding inside his boxers too, the smoothness of her skin feeling like velvet across his now bare and fully erect cock.

Phina looks at him with a smile, before casting her eyes down towards her hand, slowly gliding it up and down his shaft. "Are you saying you want me to stop?"

Sam is about to tell her that that is exactly what he wants, but she leans forward, planting a light kiss on the tip of his cock, her hand suddenly pounding back and forth on his member, drawing a gasp from Sam's lips, knowing that he should stop her, but unsure if he can.