Liza's fingers begin to scrabble against Tzhala'a neck, shoulders, and scalp as the runner's teeth and thrusts reach a whole new level of intensity. For the briefest of moments, the older woman loses control of herself and looses a mewling cry of pleasure that echoes off the bathroom's tiled floor and quite possibly pierces its way into every apartment that shares a wall with the room... but she's a pro, and she never loses the rhythm with which her bowels caress the Israeli woman's sex. Though the rhythm does change slightly as the head of the runner's cock begins to swell; of course, the prostitute has no desire to be 'wasteful' of her young partner's release.<br/><br/>"Oooh~ that is always a fun feeling..." The corner girl's voice sounds almost jagged- a side effect of being folded as she is, perhaps, but there's also plenty of ecstatic pleasure to be heard in her whisper- but her grip only grows tighter, and Tzahala can feel the faintest of spasms rolling through the older woman's belly as she continues to thrust into her cum-drenched bowels.<br/><br/>Through everything, there's only one other point where the older woman loses her composure; as the short-haired Israeli woman hilts herself one last time inside of her, the older woman turns and plants a gentle, soothing kiss against the runner's bronze skin.<br/><br/>"That was fun, Girly..."