Day Two<br/><br/>Irene was focused on her movements, of meeting Sam, of kissing him, nipping his jaw and his lips of, her hands on his back, feeling his muscles move beneath his skin as he thrust into her.  He was so hard in her, so very hard; she smiled because, if she were a man, she’d be that hard right now, too.  As it was, she seemed to be grasping him with her pussy and each entry took her to the edge, but then the thrust would end and she was wanting more.<br/><br/>Irene wrapped her legs around Sam’s hips and met his thrusts, slamming herself against him as he mentioned how close he was.  The idea of him in her, filling her even fuller was enough to make her redouble her efforts; hips and legs swinging and tightening at the perfect moment.  Damn all, it had never felt like this.<br/><br/>Irene growled his name before she pressed her teeth to his shoulder.  “Sssammmmmm,” she said, her hips moving erratically, but never quite losing the rhythm as she grabbed tightly onto him once more.  “Oh...oh...yesss.  Sam...cum...with me....Mmmm  mmm.”  Irene kissed his neck wondering why she felt moisture in her eyes.<br/>