"Mmm... then I'm doing it right."<br/><br/>The halfling's laugh is pure, unbridled (and breathless) joy as she falls back against the bed, her body willingly embracing you and drawing you in deeper and deeper with every thrust. Eventually, though, even the laughter gives way to something more primal... wordless gasps of pleasure, and an almost unconscious, white-knuckle grip on your hair become the halfling's main ways of communicating just how much she's enjoying your game.<br/><br/>"Mmm...m-more..."<br/><br/>The words come after several moments of silence, but the halfling's intent is quite clear as she presses downward with her hips, causing you to slide almost as deep as physically possible into her sex. As you do, the woman's head rolls back on her pillows, and a wordless cry of euphoria rings out through the church...