The orkish woman tittered in surprise as the Israeli woman's cock began to twitch and tense up, and she moved quickly to pin it back against the woman's own bronzed belly, tilted just enough so that the wave of cum can spurt out onto the crumpled comforter. For a few moments, Symone seems content to simply sit there, relishing the way the runner's body clenches and jerks around her; but as soon as Tzahala's euphoric spasms start to slow, the ork is right back to work, hips rocking and arms keeping the runner pinned tightly in place.<br/><br/>"Mmmm~! I do like that..." The corner-girl's fingers are slick with the runner's cum, and she makes ample use of that fact as she continues to caress up and down Tzahala's sensitive member. "and of course, I'd be more than happy to grant your<em>request</em>."<br/><br/>With one last, rough<em>pop</em>of her hips, the orkish woman yanks her cock free from Tzahala's bowels and flips the runner onto her back. In the process, she ends up dragging her cum-soaked cock all across the runner's hips and belly... at least, until she pounces forward, grabbing both of the runner's wrists and grinding her cock lovingly across the pinned woman's lips.<br/><br/>"Drink up, my lovely..."