<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/76/d9/3176d943cb4109746b2841c5299f2340.jpg)<br/>Jay Willowshade</div></div><br/>Jay was all too happy to press her hips forward, one hand reaching down to grip in Larissa's hair while she steadied herself against the wall with the other. She adjusted her legs, hooking them more firmly over Larissa's shoulders, giving her more leverage to buck her hips and grind down on that intruding tongue. She seemed to be right on the brink when Larissa withdrew her tongue, which only caused her to whimper in desperation.<br/><br/>The stimulation had left Jar so breathless that no sooner had she opened her mouth to make some snappy rejoinder, than she was moaning once more as Larissa put her nimble tongue to work once more. Whatever witticism she had prepared evaporated into a wordless moan. Even this moan was cut short, however, when Larissa's fingers pushed into the halfling's eager pussy. Her breath rushed out in a single gasp as her eyes opened wide. Even with the halfling's experience—and indeed, preference—for taller folk, her small size was all the more apparent here as she clenched tightly around Larissa's fingers.<br/><br/>"Do it," she gasped out, her voice tight. "I'm so fucking close."