Symone's own moan of pleasure seems to shake Tzahala's bedroom walls as the runner's ass clamps down oh-so-tightly around the orkish woman's cock; but rather than slowing down to resist the pleasure, the woman just speeds up.<br/><br/>It may only be half a minute of the ork ravaging Tzahala's ass as hard and fast as she possibly can, but the time seems to drag on with each and every hilting thrust. And as tight as the runner's body is after her own release, she can feel each and every movement and 'caress' in acute detail. She feels each smack of the prostitute's balls against her back, and she feels every ridge of the other woman's cock as it grinds against her prostate and slides through the depths of her ass...<br/><br/>And she can feel<em>exactly</em>when the pressure starts to build, signaling that the prostitute is nearing her own release.<br/><br/>"Oh~!"<br/><br/>After her throaty growls and room shaking moans, Symone's orgasmic gasp seems remarkably tiny and demure... but her exultation is quickly swept away by the release itself. One moment, Tzahala can feel the woman's cock twitching and swelling inside of her... the next, the ork has thrown her head back and unleashed a veritable tidal wave of cum deep into the runner's bowels. Again and again, the runner can feel her partner's muscles and balls tighten inside of her, filling her with enough seed to make even her own release look like a drizzle in the face of a thunderstorm...