From Fallon's throat comes a steady 'mmm' of satisfaction at the response she's drawn from him, and it's not long before her slim fingers have gripped his now-glistening shaft and she's steadying and milking his length in counter-point to her mouth's ministrations.  She watches his eyes as he speaks, not stopping so much as alternating the stimulation she provides him by using her free hand to cradle his sac, squeezing it very, very gently and rolling her palm over the organs while she pumps him.  She releases him with her mouth for a moment, but not for long, so she can speak between deeply-drawn panting breaths.  "I'll make you happy."<br/><br/>She draws his foreskin back with a slow insistence, twisting her saliva-slicked grip to pump his length before she engulfs him with her mouth again.  This time, it's without the slow deliberation and explorative pacing, but with an insistence-- steady, slowly increasing pumps, counter-matched with full lips and a wet-velvet tongue that pump his thick member hungrily.  The ache between her legs grows stronger, but she pays it no mind-- she only wants Koram to continue to say these wonderful things while she makes him happy.<br/><br/>A combination of his length and her more compact stature make it possible for her to glide herself into his full view when she reaches his tip, letting him drink in the sight of her rosy-tan nipples as she straddles his leg and begins to grind-- like a rider getting used to a newly-set saddle-- on one of his muscular thighs, leaving a clean, warm dampness on his pale skin.  She wants his come, wants his ecstasy.  She pumps him faster, harder, bobs more insistently on his shaft until soft wet noises emanate from within her mouth.  Kneading his soft-skinned, taut and swollen sac elicits a radiant heat throughout him and draws her toward a peak of sympathetic satisfaction. Ah, gods, to make it last...