<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>Turning slowly on her heels, Sam pressed her back against the closed door and smiled.<strong>”We have had one too many interruptions, but I have a solution for that”</strong>allowing her hand to drop to her side, Sam slid it backwards and felt for the doorknob. Her smile grew as the cool steel brushed against her skin. With a flick of her fingers, she pressed the locking mechanism carefully listening for the quiet click confirming the success of the now locked door.<strong>”Now, I do believe you requested something…..”</strong>tapping her bottom lip with her slim finger the sensual brunette pushed away from the door and began to walk towards her victim, still tied to the bed.<strong>”Something about wanting to share your Russian tasty goodness, wasn’t it?’</strong>her smile curled at the corners of her lips, brightening her dark brown eyes with a teasing glow.<br/><br/>As she moved, her eyes never left his. Her hips swayed from side to side, drawing his attention to the perfect curves of her body. She was tiny in stature but the sensuality of her persona was unmistakable and damn near impossible to ignore. She was the type of woman a blind man couldn’t overlook; she simply oozed lust and desire.<strong>”Now, remember the rules sugar…if you want to feel that sweet rush of release then you are gonna. Have to. Beg.”</strong><br/><br/>Coming to rest at the foot of the bed, Sam slowly bent forward, crawling on her hands and knees upon the mattress, moving slowly over Sergei’s body bringing her lips close to his waiting cock. Once she was close enough, Sam playfully walked her fingers along his legs with the tips of her fingers while wiggling her body into position.<strong>“You think you’re the strong and silent type huh? Let’s see if I can make you moan…. Maybe whimper? Yes? Either way, you had better consider begging or you’re in for a very long and frustrating night.”</strong>Her hands slid along his inner thigh, softly brushing his skin. With an erotic lick of her lips Sam leaned forward, blowing softly against the tip of his rod, careful to brush her soft lips against the head in a feather light caress. Soft, slim fingers circled his shaft, playing with Sergei, massaging him carefully with one hand. The sensual brunette smiled as she looked up at him, her dark brown eyes hidden behind a thick layer of lashes.<strong>”All you have to do is beg for it”</strong>she whispered, smiling with an unmistakably cocky grin that matched the confidence of a sensual soul.<br/><br/>She didn’t need any further encouragement, though the obvious enjoyment Sergei displayed went a long way in making her purr a soft and sensual sound that rumbled in her chest, and vibrated through her mouth as it surrounded his pulsating cock. The need to pleasure him with her mouth clawed at her loins causing the taste of him to send a shiver along her spine. Sam watched him carefully as her lips skated over his silky covered steel, pressing against each pulsating nerve surrounding his sensitive rod. Her determination to ignite his deepest desires shows with each sensual moan as she slowly pulled him deeper into her throat with each delicious pass. The soft, naughty, wet noises of her lips and tongue bathing him with her warmth penetrated the quiet room. Her hand continued to massage his shaft with soft touch that work in tandem with her mouth. She could feel his body shiver with anticipation and need, but it was not enough. She wanted him writhing, half crazed with the raw hunger that drove him to the brink of insanity and on the verge of exploding his pleasure, groaning with desire that had his head spinning and his sight unfocused and dazed. She wanted him to beg.<br/>