The halfling's heart seems to be pounding its way out of her chest as your caress continues to heat up; with each urgent thrust and hungry brush of your fingers, the little red-head's body shivers and shakes and tenses, sending waves of pleasure up and down your cock. And, amazingly, she seems to open herself more to you... you feel a sudden tightness against the head of your sex, and feel a pleasant warmth mere millimeters from your hilt.<br/><br/>And she feels it too... The halfling's whole body seems to freeze for a moment, and her grip on your shoulders tightens as if to pull you down into her as a slow, steady pressure begins to build in her core.<br/><br/>She has no words now... and barely seems to have coherent thought. The halfling's every motion now seems to be fueled by pure desire, by need and want and happiness that override all cares of the world as she presses her hips to yours, letting the sound of flesh against flesh drown out all others in this little room...