<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><strong> ”Macho Man”</strong>Sam replied, her voice soft and teasing, matching the playful upturn of her lips.  Her hand continued to stroke Sergei’s cock, keeping the blood flowing in the right direction.<strong>”I should have known you would be harder…”</strong>she smiled, pausing long enough to allow the double meaning of her words before adding<strong>”to crack. Lucky for you, I’m not easily discouraged.”</strong>Shifting higher on her knees, Sam leaned forward rubbing her breast upon his erection, squeezing her fleshy mounds around his cock, rubbing against his mast.  Each time the head of his cocked crested her breasts, Sam took the opportunity to flick her tongue out, licking the tip before it was once more enveloped by her soft globes. Softly moaning, the sultry brunette swept her teeth with the tip of her tongue before releasing a warm purring sound that vibrated through her chest, quivering against his sensitive rod.<strong>”Question is what will push you to your limits?”</strong><br/><br/>The smile on her pretty face let Sergei know her question was merely rhetorical, as did her sudden movement, releasing his cock a she shifted once more. Positioning herself over his erect shaft, Sam gripped him firmly, guiding his cock between her thighs against the slit of her soft lips.  She was careful not to allow him to enter her just yet; instead she coated him with her juices.<strong>”Tell me tough guy…how long do you think you can last?”</strong>Her dark brown eyes captured his, painting her face with a pleased smile as Sam slowly slid down upon his throbbing cock. Inch by inch, she enveloped him to the hilt, moaning softly with the unmistakeable pleasure her actions caused.  Her hands moved to rest upon his chest, dragging her nails along his skin, leaving him marked with eight parallel lines over his chest.<strong>”How’s that feel sugar?”</strong>Sam asked softly, rocking her hips back and forth, squeezing him with her hot, damp walls.<br/>