<strong>Samantha Weston, aka Sam  or  Sammy<br/>Location: The Arabian Nights Room, Second Floor of the Mansion<br/>Tagged: Sergei<br/>Accent: Canadian (eh!) :P<br/></strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1079353/936full-vanessa-marcil.jpg)</div>Sam arched her back, pressing her body into his touch as her fingers continued to play with his hair, stroking him roughly, encouraging him to work harder at pleasuring the young vixen.  Her soft moans of delight hinted at her pleasure as did the quiver of her thighs as her lover made a meal of her core. He was making the most of his situation, and for that Samantha was most grateful, especially when it caused the deep shudder that rocked  her core as his tongue found that special spot that cause her to purr, melting on his tongue.<strong>”That’s it sugar, do Russia proud”</strong>she teased , grinding her hips against his greedy mouth.<br/><br/>He was good, so good it could be considered a calamity to pull away from his body, but the name of the game was to make him beg, to drive him insane with the need to cum so greatly that it would make his head spin. That wouldn’t be accomplished if she continued to allow him to take his fill of her. She needed him crazed, so wild with desire that he might break free of his restrictive binding’s intent on having her without further delay. The image of Sergei transforming into such a brute painted a sexy smile upon her lips matching the wicked gleam that danced in her eyes.<br/><br/>Gracefully Sam pulled away from his lips, slithering along his body to press the swell of her backside against the firm jut of his erection.  Her fingers danced along the soft curves of her body, drawing his eyes to her curves. Her fingers stroked her skin, dancing along the soft lips of her core to tease him further before finally sliding between her legs, dipping them into her honey warmth. Instantly glazed by her sweet essence, Sam slowly pulled her fingers free, drawing a trail along her body, sliding her fingers against her soft skin, through the valley of her pert breasts.  She continued to watch her captive as she painted the swell of her pouting lips with her honey, slipping her finger into her mouth as her lashes fluttered against the softness of her cheeks.<strong>”Mmmmmm delicious”</strong>Sam purred, sucking playfully upon her finger.<br/><br/>