<strong>Samantha Weston, aka Sam  or  Sammy<br/>Location: outside Patio, near the pool &amp; hot tub<br/>Tagged: Brad, and any others in the pool and hot tub area<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>Samantha’s heart beat wildly in her chest, unwavering in its quest as it pumped liquid fire throughout her veins. Her dark brown eyes burned with a golden hue, which radiated her sensual prowess, locking onto Brad’s as she watched with immense satisfaction at the glistening glaze that clung to his lips and chin. Her body purred, basking in the majestic bliss that he had so thoroughly provided. Her mischievous smile alleged to her playful thoughts, promising to return the heavenly sensations in kind.<br/><br/>Her body tingled with the connection that remained between the two lovers as his hand gently massaged her throbbing, tender pussy. She watched, feeling her body vibrate with an ever present need as Brad moved closer, first nipping playfully at her breasts before taking her lips firmly with his own.  A moan rolled off her tongue, twisting around his as the embrace stoked her embers. She could taste her flavor upon his tongue; smell the heat that had poured from her loins in sexual gratification. Yet still it was not enough. The young brunette was ravenous, starved for several weeks due to an insane schedule, and now she was determine to get her fill.<br/><br/><strong>”So tell me delicious Sam- did I help a little. And if so, do I claim my reward”</strong><br/><br/>Drunk from his kiss, the sassy brunette smiled, struggling to focus her mind as it fell deeper into the lustful fantasy of her over active imagination. This weekend was all about bringing those fantasy’s to life, baring her sexual wants and paying homage to her animalistic needs. There were so many wonderfully naughty things she wanted to do to him, and many other guests at this wonderfully sexual party, but all she could think about at that moment in time was having the taste of a man on her lips.<br/><br/>Her hands stroked over his skin, pressing against his shoulders as she rocked her hips against his still searching hand. The heavy feel of his cock as it pressed against her stomach served as a reminder, she wanted him on his back, subject to her every whim as she teased and pleasured him with her clever mouth.<strong>I think you deserve every ounce of pleasure I’m more than capable of providing”</strong>she began smoothly, her voice purring with contentment.<br/><br/>Without saying another word, Sam pushed with all the strength she had left, catching him off guard with her sudden burst of energy.<strong>"On your back"</strong>she demanded willfully, determined to get her way. She may be tiny, standing barely five feet, one inch tall, but she had a will steeped in an iron clad resolve and a sensual appeal that was hard for any man to resist.<br/>