Tzahala's comments are met with an honest-to-goodness<em>growl</em>of affirmation from her companion, and the orkish woman practically shoves her forward to get into position to do just that. Of course, being ever the professional, the Ork makes sure to pull all the way out so that she can really get into position. The resulting pop leaves Tzahala's 'dirty' hole gaping wide open in the moonlight... and sends a trickle of the orks own hot pre rolling down towards the runner's own bared balls.<br/><br/>"You wanna be my bitch?" There's a hint of mirth beneath the Orkish woman's feral growl, but it's quickly lost when one strong hand delivers a stinging<em>slap</em>to Tzahala's right ass cheek, causing the bed to shake and bounce the orkish woman's cock against her left cheek. "Then I gotta leave my<em>mark...</em>"<br/><br/>Another<em>whack</em>of her fingers ensures that Tzahala will be acutely aware of each and every collision of her ass against the woman's flesh... but the Ork doesn't stop there. Again, Symone showcases just how strong she is by flipping the unprepared runner straight onto her back, pushing her up onto her shoulders so that her cock is pointed right at her breasts. From there... well, the angle is even tighter as the orkish woman hilts herself again and again and again, slicking the runner's bowels with a copious helping of pre in the process...