<strong>Samantha Weston, aka Sam  or  Sammy<br/>Location: outside Patio, near the pool  &amp; hot tub, Riding Brad for all he is worth ;)  <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>It was as if he had read her mind. Her body vibrated with the wanton lust that held her in its grip. She craved his cock, for it to be buried, blissfully deep inside.<strong>“Stop and I’ll kill you”</strong>Samantha replied playfully, laughing at her own desperation. His strong hands gripped her firm backside, molding her body to his whim as he teased her further into submission. The feel of his head gliding across the entrance to her core thrilled her. Her pussy glazed him with each pass, preparing him for a smooth entrance. She wiggled her hips to encourage him further, reaching out in order to touch his strong arms, holding her steady in a teasing position.  Her eyes glazed with passion, reflecting his own desires as she looked directly into his eyes, watching as they dilated with raw hunger. No words were needed to express how much he wanted her. Sam knew without a doubt he wanted her as badly as she did him.<br/><br/>She moved with grace, sleek and alluring, pushing herself into position in order to straddle the delicious Brad. Everything from the look in her dark brown eyes, to the sheen of sexual splendor on her soft caramel colored skin, screamed ‘fuck me’.  Her long chestnut brown hair draped artfully over her shoulders, covering her taught rose tinted nipples that peeked out between the silky strands.  Her limbs began to shake in anticipation as slowly she sank down upon his throbbing shaft. He was eagerly greeted by her hungry pussy as it pulled him deeper; caressing him with the wet, warm walls of her womanly core. Arching her back she released a low guttural growl, emanating from her loins, calling out to those around her in its lustful magnificence. Like the call of the Siren, Sam’s voice reached out, touching his soul, pushing his sexual hunger to the brink of insanity.<br/><br/>Softly she began, at first, rocking her hips, grinding against his body as she wiggled. Her curvaceous body quickly adjusted to his girth, enveloping him into her velvet heat. Her hands stroked along his arms, leaving a light trail, marking his skin with her fingernails.  Each pass brought a new thrill shimmying down her spine, encouraging her to move faster and faster.  The erotic sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as she bounced, her breasts jiggling happily with the motion.<strong>“Yes!”</strong>she cried out, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as she rode him, squeezing his cock expertly.<br/>