<strong>Samantha Weston, aka Sam  or  Sammy<br/>Location: The Arabian Nights Room, Second Floor of the Mansion<br/>Tagged: Sergei, Brad<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>Slowly and steadily, Sam continued to grind her hips, moving in small circles, squeezing her Russian toy with her soft velvet heat. Her lips twitched into an amused smile as he groaned, damning her abilities in the nicest way possible. A single eyebrow rose, forming a perfect arch that hinted at her pleasure. Sergei had finally begun to show signs of cracking. His request for her to taste him didn’t go unnoticed.  However, if he wanted her lips around him once again he was going to have to work for it.  Slowly, she bent forward, drawing her muscles tightly around his pulsating shaft, pulling him deeper within her molten core.<strong>”If you want to cum in my mouth sugar”</strong>Samantha whispered, brushing her lips against his as she teased her prey and wiggling her backside, reminding him she held the power between them…for the time being.<strong>”You’re going to have to do better than that”</strong>forking her fingers though his hair, Sam took hold of his hair and yanked his head back, forcing Sergei to form and arch with his neck. Leaning closer she placed a kiss on the life pulse that throbbed under his skin, following it with a long lick, tasting his skin as she dragged the tip of her tongue along the landscape of his neck, up over his Adam’s apple and curling it over his chin. Once more she whispered, lightly pressing her lips against the shell of his ear<strong>”beg for it like you mean it…you gotta really want it sugar."</strong><br/><br/>The sound of someone knocking at the bedroom door stole Samantha’s attention, causing her to glance over her shoulder. Her long dark hair trickled over her shoulder with the sudden movement, pooling its silky softness upon Sergei’s chest.  Her dark eyes glittered with desire and recognition as Brad entered, holding a tray high doing his best impression of a matre d’. A small giggle tripped from her lips as she slowly righted herself, still straddling her current lover between her legs.  Dark brown orbs tracked the tray, piled with the most delicious smelling offerings. The tip of her tongue swept across her upper lip, responding to the sudden roar of hunger that gripped her tummy, making its self known with a growl that was unmistakable.<strong>”Honey, that smells amazing….”</strong>Sam commented, each word came out almost breathlessly as her hunger grew in leaps and bounds.  During the entire exchange the sultry brunette never once wavered with her devotion to Sergei, determined to get him to beg for release. However, the opportunity to delay his pleasure was too good to resist.<br/><br/>The evil streak she normally hid well had taken control, drawing her off of Sergei’s throbbing cock,  emphasizing the movement with a naughty wet sound.  Sam stood on the bed, one leg on either side of her victim’s hips, dipping her head slightly in order to bestow a gentle smile upon him. The movement caused her hair to slide over her shoulders, framing her angelic face that worked in contrast with the devil that danced in her eyes.<strong>”How about adding some of that special Russian sauce to my dinner?”</strong>Sam inquired playfully before hopping off the bed.  Turning on her heels, Sam placed her hands on her hips and gave a stern look towards Brad. She was barely over five feet and completely naked, but the fire in her eyes left no question as to her ability to take care of herself.  Slowly, she stalked toward Brad, making sure to put a sway in her hips, one that would keep Sergei warm and begging for her return.<br/><br/><strong>”I always keep my promises sugar, of that there can be no question. If you want more of me, then you can either join me with the Russian stud here, or you can wait in my room for a more…”</strong>pausing, she lowered her voice as she reached out a hand to finger walk her slim digits along his chest<strong>”private farewell. But either way, I’m going to keep my promise to my friend here, as well as the food….oh yeah, and the vodka.”</strong>Placing a soft kiss upon Brad’s lips she tossed him a playful wink to let him know she wasn’t mad.<strong>”As for my phone number… you’ll have to earn those digits… one, by one, by one.”</strong><br/>