<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Russell</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Temptation/8a12414c-6d1f-47ff-a1e3-13a6c4f01a66_zps1f070d92.jpg)</div>Sabrina was reminded of just how bad she had it for this man when even his heated laugh managed to send a little trill through her. Her fingers did not fumble at his belt but rather worked to get it out of her way to free his length with all the surety of a woman who knew quite well what she wanted. He was going to drive her absolutely crazy, her Russel. His finger stroking inside her, rubbing against her slick walls had her panting, soft whimpers of need escaping as the pleasure continued to build. The ultimate tease considering the way she sensed he could give her what she needed, what she craved, and yet, just wouldn't due to somewhat old fashioned views toward sex.<br/><br/>Still, she was all to willing to take what could and would give. Her fingers conquered his belt and zipper and deftly freed his cock. Her smaller hand slid over his thick shaft with a first stroke and she actually moaned as it became apparent just from the feel of him hot and hard in her hand just how eager for her he was. Sabrina licked her lips, the thought of going down on him passing through her mind but her needy sex would not be denied. Her pussy throbbed and ached with the need to be filled by him, his finger serving only to have her squirming against the sheets. And then it was gone.<br/><br/>Pale green eyes flashed with heat as she looked up at the man who held the power to undo her in so many ways. His heavy hand at her hip surprised her but if anything it just made her want him even more. Images of him pulling her roughly onto his cock while he surged forcefully between her thighs had her growing so wet she was sure there'd be a damp spot beneath her. She almost asked, no, begged, him to do it. To just take her in a way she was sure would leave them both exhausted and panting and oh so sated.<br/><br/>But she didn't. And the moment passed. Still, there was him. Her sweet Russell and that thick fantasy inducing cock of his. It slid against her inner thigh and she squirmed beneath him. Her arms reached out to embrace him as he leaned over her, her eyes closing as his lips found her neck and the blunt tip of his manhood found the soaked entrance to her core. The feel of him pushing inside her, stretching her small, tight entrance centimeter by centimeter made her moan for him, her body arching and her hips writhing eagerly while a storm of pleasure seemed to go off. Her name from his lips made her cling tighter and her leg wrapped around him as she tried to draw him as deep as she could, taking every inch he had to give. "I need you..." she whispered, clenching around his long slow stroke with her inner muscles. "You feel<em>so</em>good, mi amor. Just let go..."