Symone's throaty laugh washes across Tzahala's raised cheeks like a warm, soothing wave, and her tongue does a little dance against the runner's 'dirty' hole... but two strong hands pin the woman right back down against the bed-spread when she tries to wriggle back. The ork moved so quickly that the runner can still feel the impressions of her fingers against her now-unattended cock...<br/><br/>"Ah-ah-aah!" The tongue slides right back out again, and those strong fingers give the runner's ass a good, rough squeeze. "Tonight, you're the one being taken... that's what you asked for, right?"<br/><br/>One of the ork's smooth hands delivers a soft, but resounding smack to the runner's round rump, and the ork puts her weight down on the runner's hips to hold her in place while they reposition... and then Tzahala gets exactly what she wanted. Sure, there's a little bit of warning, as the ork's already-dripping head rubs against the Israeli woman's ring-piece... but it's not enough warning to prepare for the Ork's hip-shattering thrust.<br/><br/>Hells, Symone goes from completely out to hilt deep so fast that the mattress beneath them seems to cave in a little bit, as if the sheer force of the Ork's lust is going to bring the whole damn bed down beneath them...