The orkish woman chuckles a bit at that, but she nods.<br/><br/>"Well, both of those are things that I can do..." Gingerly, Symone shifts her hips back and pulls her still-hard cock from its 'sheathe' deep inside Tzhala, rolling the runner onto her side and settling down on the pillows behind her. She does her best to keep the twin floods of cum that they'd produced from spilling; but inevitably, a few trickles of the thick, warm liquid roll down Tzahala's ribs and onto the bed beneath her as the ork settles in to be the runner's "big spoon."<br/><br/>And, after she's made herself comfortable, the Ork seems quite happy to nuzzle her cheek against Tzahalas and stroke the runner's fur-like hair with all the familiarity of a long-term lover.<br/><br/>"Catch your breath, my lovely, and just let Miss Symone know what else she can do to make your night complete..."