"Ahh!" The halfling's head rolls against her shoulders as you impale her upon your sex, and her nails dig into your shoulder as she struggles to catch her breath and stabilize. This soon after her release, the little woman is tighter than she's ever been for you, and you can feel every twitch and tightening of her silken walls around your shaft... and if the look of bliss on her face is any indication, Sharille is feeling the same. "G-gods..."<br/><br/>As bliss-drunk as the little woman is, though, she wastes no time in making her desires known... and they seem to be on the exact same lines as yours. Why else would she begin to gyrate her hips like that, dragging your sex almost completely free of hers before impaling herself again, all the way down to the hilt...