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As Tomas's cock slid into Samantha's pussy, she felt a rush of pleasure wash over her, her body trembling with anticipation. The slow, deliberate motion of his hips was almost too much to bear, and she found herself gasping for breath as he filled her completely. The Saltire Cross creaked softly as she swayed slightly, her wrists and ankles straining against the restraints.

Tomas's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with intensity as he began to move slowly in and out of her. The sensation was almost overwhelming, and Samantha felt her body begin to respond, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with Tomas's movements as he released the lever that held her legs fully in place allowing the springs to support her weight. Samantha was now able to bounce up and down on Tomas by raising and lowering her feet the length with the springs helping to aid the movement and prevent her legs from falling.

With each thrust, Samantha's body moved up and down, the springs of the Saltire Cross providing a bouncing motion that only added to the intensity of the moment. Tomas's hands were now on her hips, holding her in place as he plunged deeper and deeper into her. She could feel every inch of him, the sensation both intense and overwhelming.

Samantha's head was thrown back, her eyes closed as she surrendered herself to the pleasure coursing through her body. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive to the touch.

"You will need to come here next Thursday night if you want to see Sophia" he told her, his voice low and husky as he continued to thrust into her. Samantha's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Tomas's as she nodded eagerly, her body still bouncing up and down on his cock. The springs of the Saltire Cross creaked softly with each movement, the sound echoing through the room as Tomas's hands tightened on her hips.

"You can also come by when you are in the neighborhood and we can train privately" Tomas said, his voice still low and husky as he continued to thrust into Samantha. She nodded eagerly, her body still bouncing up and down on his cock, "Yes, please," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tomas's hands moved from Samantha's hips to her breasts, cupping them gently as he continued to thrust into her. His fingers found her nipples, and he began to roll them between his thumb and forefinger, causing Samantha to gasp with pleasure.

The Saltire Cross creaked softly as Samantha's body swayed back and forth, her wrists and ankles still secured to the cross. Tomas's thrusts became more urgent, his hips slapping against her ass with each movement, "I didn't ask you when we were outside because I wanted to cum on that old man's feet but where do you want me to cum this time? "

Tomas's question caught Samantha off guard, and she hesitated for a moment before responding. "I want you to cum inside me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tomas's eyes locked onto Samantha's, his gaze burning with intensity as he nodded. He adjusted his position, pushing deeper into her as he began to thrust more urgently. Samantha's body moved with each thrust, her breasts bouncing with each movement.