Day Two-night<br/><br/>Irene pressed up from Sam to get a good look at him as he answered her.  His eyes looked a little wild, a little unfocused.  She liked that she made him look like that, that she could make him as crazy about her as he made her.  She shifted, never missing a beat as they continued in their lazy-paced love-making.  Squatting over him, she had better control, bracing her hands behind her on his thighs as she lifted herself, practically pushing herself into his face.  Her thighs were strong, but she was moving so slowly that they began to burn slightly.  She liked the burn, grinning and gasping as he began touching her again.  She almost laughed---she’d wanted him to help her along.<br/><br/>Her eyes rolled in their sockets as he hardened further, swelled a little more in her.  “Oh, Sam....baby...I’m there...”  He touched her roughly, tweaking her clit and she jerked and gasped and flooded him with her juices.  Irene grabbed Sam’s wrists and pressed his arms back over his head, leaning down to kiss him as she jerked on him.  It was a slower, deeper feeling, and thoroughly pleasing as she rode him quickly, but still with long, deep strokes.<br/><br/>She sighed, as her orgasm smoothed out and kept gliding on his cock with her sodden pussy, liking the sounds and the scents.  What didn’t she like about him? She wondered, looking down at Sam as she pressed herself up again.<br/><br/>Words left her as she just stared at the man.  She sighed, smiling crookedly.  He was a dangerous man.<br/>