<strong>Samantha Weston, aka Sam  or  Sammy<br/>Location: The Arabian Nights Room, Second Floor of the Mansion<br/>Tagged: Sergei<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>Sam’s sultry laughter matched her smile, coy with a hint of mischievousness that danced in the darkest part of her sinfully rich brown eyes.<strong>"I gave you a nice taste, if you want more you’ll have to work for it sugar."</strong>Her laughter rang out, rich and musical, capturing her friendly spirit perfectly.<strong>"Though, since you brought it up…my fun with you back in the hot tub was interrupted by the very sexy Gino."</strong>Pouting softly, Sam dropped her finger from her lips before running her tongue along the smooth surface of her teeth.<strong>“I think it’s time we took up were we left off, don’t you sugar?”</strong><br/><br/>She took his smile as encouragement to continue, gracefully crawling lower along his legs, making sure to rub her naked breasts along his quivering mast, making her purr. It was a sensual sound that rumbled in her chest and vibrated in her mouth, a mouth more than ready to surround his throbbing cock ready to pleasure him with to the best of her ability. Pressing closer, Sam reached out to stroke his shaft, watching him from a veil of thick dark lashes.<strong> "Good thing you’re tied up"</strong>she teased before readying her lips with an easy sweep of her tongue.<strong>”I wouldn’t want you to stop the sweet torture I have planned”</strong>Pressing a series of small kisses upon the head of his cock, Sam smiled into a sensual moan, filled with her own delight and need. Her lips skated over his silky covered steel, pressing each pulsating nerve surrounding his sensitive rod.  Her determination to ignite his deepest desires showed with each sensual stroke of her hand and teasing embrace.<br/><br/>Massaging his shaft with soft hands, she could feel his body shiver with anticipation and his powerful need growing, but she would not be happy until she had him on the verge of exploding his pleasure, begging her to stop or not to… she wanted him confused and desperate. She wanted him shivering with need before she would allow him to feel the pleasure of his release. Her lips twitched with excitement, happy to work him into such a tizzy, wanting to taste his essence as it coated her tongue and slid down her throat, warming her body, but for now she would have to wait. Her own wicked intent had her feeling empowered, fueled by the need for more of him, thrilled with the idea of showing him just what pleasures could be found in her arms, or in this case…her mouth.<br/><br/>The confidence in her own sensuality brought her body into an intense, intoxicating and powerful lust making her feel almost drunk on his scent. Closing her eyes she moaned once before brushing her lips against his sensitive head. The touch so very light you might not even notice it was there, had it not been for the sensual shivers that ran along his steely shaft. The breath that accompanied her lips caressed his body, stroking along his sensitive nerves, each more unmistakably erotic than the next.  Her sweet lips were wet, moist from her own excitement. They brushed against him teasing with a soft flick of her tongue before bringing her lips down to kiss the head again in a soft sensual embrace. She wanted to tease him, draw him so close to exploding only to back off in an attempt to cool him off before causing his head to spin again and again and again.<br/><br/>With her plan of action confirmed Sam gave one last purring moan before taking in a deep breath filing her lungs with his musky scent. Unable to wait a second longer, she took him into the sweet warmth of her mouth, determined to make him never forget her name, offering him paradise with her mouth and any other part of her he wanted.  Her silky lips circled the mushroom head of his member, gliding with the moisture from her tongue, firmly placed around his steel shaft to caress the full length of him, moaning with the sheer pleasure that erupted within her.<br/><br/>Lower and lower she glided down, pausing before rising slightly only to go deeper with another pass. Another moan signaled her own enjoyment, vibrating through her throat, tickling his skin, wrapping its sensual sound around his mast massaging it with the tiny muscles in her throat. It whispered to him…<em>"cum, cum in my mouth… I want to taste you.”</em>Then cruelly she would retreat, blowing softly on his shaft, barely touching him with her soft fingers.<strong>”Tell me when you’ve had enough…if you want to cum, all you have to do is beg for it”</strong>Her reminder was whispered in a throaty sultry voice, the warm breath that carried each word tickled his sensitive cock, as did the feeling of her hair as it tickled his skin. Samantha was more than ready to continue her torture, drawing him close to pure undiluted ecstasy with her talents, only to deny him the pleasure he needed until she got her way.<br/>