At this, Laurin abandonned propping up the flesh that was hers, the stress of hanging freely pulling her skin taut as her nipples eyed the floor dejectedly. Cupping Balfor's scrotum with one now freed hand, she very gently and softly massaged its contents. Her head lifted briefly as she took loose hold of his shaft, stroking up and down while twisting her hand. She glanced over briefly to see just how Joli was trying to mimic her and giggled softly. "Don't focus on what I'm doing so much as the context of how I'm doing it; using my most prominent features. Your hands, Joli. Tickle and massage his flesh 'til his mind has numbed from the sensation."<br/><br/>Then, as if to demonstrate, Laurin used her nails to delicately graze the soft skin against the hard muscle, just under the head of Balfor's shaft! As her face neared, small fingers fled from hungry lips. Gripping his shaft, she took Balfor's head into the hot, wet confines. Her lips wrapped tightly as she sucked with the bobbing motion, the squelches and squicks that followed seemed to be the only indicator she'd offered on how best to go about that.