She laughed at Sam's orders, drawing her knees up beside his hips and swinging her pelvis back and forth as he met her thrusting.  They were roughly fucking each other and yet Irene had never felt that any encounter with Sam had been less than making love.  She gloried in the sensations, loving the power she held even as she admitted to the power Sam held over her.  She grabbed Sam's head, kissing him desperately.  Riding him hard, slamming against him, devouring him with mouth and pussy, she came once more, breaking the kiss to press her face into his neck as her body jerked erratically, no longer under her control.<br/><br/>Breathing hard, sweat glistening over her body, Irene eased down onto Sam after she'd felt and heard his climax, shivering slightly as a mini spasm whirled about low in her belly.  SPent, yet again, she lifted her head to kiss his chin, but did not move more than that.