For a brief moment, the orkish woman's lips curled as if she was going to reply to the Israeli woman's barked command... but whatever words she might have had for the runner were lost in favor of a low, rumbling groan from inside her throat as Tzahala's cock continued to stretch her 'dirty' hole and grind against her prostate. It's hard to be 'angry' when you're riding so close to release, after all...<br/><br/>Of course, things got even better for the ork after Tzahala hilted herself against the woman's thighs and filled her bowels with hot, slick seed. Using her own release as lube, the runner was able to work her hips harder and faster, gliding against the woman's prostate at even higher speed... and, of course, taking a sword-like grip on the ork's augmented cock in the process, using the engorged member as a handlebar to control her thrusts even as she began to pump from head to hilt...<br/><br/>"Ooh~!" The orkish woman's fingers dug so fiercely against the runner's bed that it almost sounded like the fabric was going to pop and tear... but luckily, nature intervened before it could get the chance, and the orkish woman's augmented balls began to churn out a truly overwhelming amount of cum, thick and warm and pearly white against the orkish woman's dark belly. It wasn't as forceful as her releases from the night before... but it created a hell of a puddle, that spread across the woman's firm muscles in a thin, shining layer, and turned up perfect on the runner's camera...<br/><br/>"Spirits, lovely..." The orkish woman finally started to relax her muscles as the last thick rope drippled from her weary cock-head to her belly  button, and she was clearly trying to catch her breath as she looked up at Tzahala. "That's a rough wake-up call..."