"Hmm... Some really do like it hot..."<br/><br/>Robin's grin widens as the palm of her hand becomes hotter and hotter around the Israeli woman's shaft, until it finally reaches its peak and begins to send little fingers of heat crawling up the runner's belly. Though Tzahala notes that the woman's movements never speed up, nor does her grip tighten... no, the tattooed woman has a plan. A plan that becomes even more apparent when she bends down and plucks a little packet of lubricant from the inside pocket of her jacket.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, I'm not going to be<em>too </em>too gentle... but you gotta trot a pony before you can run it, right?" With a smile, the woman slides her flame-wreathed hand down to cup Tzahala's hilt and balls, and opens the packet with her teeth in a decidedly un-ladylike manner. "And I'm testing some tricks out too, you know? Gotta make sure I can really blow the clients' minds..."<br/><br/>With that, the tattooed woman upends the packet over the head of Tzahala's cock, and begins to drizzle the smooth, clear liquid out over every inch of her. Almost immediately, the Israeli woman feels a slight tingling sensation- nothing overwhelming, but as the tattooed woman massages the liquid into her skin, the runner definitely starts to feel like all of her nerves are standing on end, ready for more. And it's only once every inch of Tzahala's glistens that Robin encircles the head of her cock in a fiery grip once more.<br/><br/>"Basic convenience store lube, meant to give your cock a pleasant little tingle... let me know if it agrees with the heat? Especially once I start doing this..."<br/><br/>And<em>now</em>the corner girl lets loose, pumping from head to hilt and back again with the loose, practiced speed of a professional... with each flick of her wrist leaving a trail of "flame" in its wake.