Irene didn't mind at all giving this man what he was asking (nearly begging) for.  She shifted herself over his cock and pressed upon him as he sucked her tongue into his mouth, rendering her speechless.  Irene grunted, shifting herself to take Sam's cock fully into her, and then she just kept kissing him.  Her hands moved to hold his head, her fingerser knotting in his hair as she gave him what he asked for, her tongue savaging his mouth, probing and thrusting as he had done with his cock to her pussy.<br/><br/>Unaware, Irene's hips were moving on Sam, shifting from side to side, back to front without rhythm or rhyme.  She moaned softly as she continued to kiss him, feeling like she was joining with him more than physically as their bodies formed a peculiar circle; his penis in her, her tongue in his mouth.  The water made soft background sounds as Irene's body gently moved.  It still fellt burning hot to her, and yet her skin broke out with goose bumps.  She shivered slightly and pressed even closer to Sam.