Liza lets loose an audible cry of pleasure as the runner's teeth dig into the soft skin of her throat, and her fingers' caress quickly turns into a tug as she pins the runner's lips in place. And for her efforts, Tzahala gets to find out what the woman meant when she said she could make things better...<br/><br/>While Tzahala had seen the tone in the older woman's rump before, she would not have easily pegged her as someone who had put a whole lot of time and effort into building any core set of muscles. Perhaps that is something that the corner-girl intentionally works towards, or perhaps it was just an oversight... either way, the sudden control Liza begins to exert over her abdominal muscles (from her 'compromised' position, no less) comes as a welcome and pleasant surprise. One moment, every muscle in the woman's ass is relaxed to make Tzahala's hilting thrust come nice and easy... and the next, Liza's ass has clamped around the runner's cock like a vise on the up-stroke, massaging every ridge and vein of the Israeli woman's sex firmly and causing the corner-girl's breath to catch in her throat before she finally looses again at the "crest" of the wave like motion.<br/><br/>"If that's the case, then I might have to free up a second hand..." Liza's voice is coy- if a bit ragged- as Tzahala hilts herself again, and the runner feels the tight embrace starting to loose against her furred head. "But I do so like pinning my little girly's lips against me like this. Nobody appreciates the 'cougar button' as much as they should..."