Watching and feeling Irene cum was incredibly arousing and inspiring for Sam.  Not another woman he’d known had thrilled him like Irene did.  None had  responded to his amorous advances like she did.  Sex was something not spoken of and certainly not to be enjoyed must have been in their credos.  Sam kept his hands on her. They held her, or drew her closer, or encouraged her movements on him or they simply caressed her.  His thumb had found her clit and he touched it lightly as he drove his cock up into her.  She rode him wonderfully, clenching around him and drawing him ever closer to cumming for her.  He grinned tightly as she came again for him and they kissed quite passionately.<br/><br/>“Oh god baby . . . I love how you cum for me so easily now.  Oh god Irene . . . you best get some of that potion you had before we clear out of here . . . or by god we’ll have dozens of them underfoot as often as I want to be inside you . . . ”<br/><br/>Sam growled and his back arched and he drove into her with a desperate need to cum in her.  He straightened his legs and rocked his cock in and out of her.  His body was trembling from the tightness of his muscles as his release got closer and closer.<br/><br/>“Oh god baby . . . that it.  Oh Irene fuck the hell out of me . . . oh honey I’m so fucking close . . . god Irene come again for me so I can fill you then.  Ooh baby . . .  come for me . . . oh god please . . . ”<br/>