Symone's gives her hips a final, coy buck as the runner's fingers clasp against the firm muscles of her chest, as if to make Tzahala think that she's about to take off again at full tilt... but the ork's breath seems to be coming a bit quicker now, too, and she seems quite happy to relax and lower Tzahala's hips back onto the bed's mussed up comforter. And now, she's just sort of... there... with her breasts hovering inches over Tzahalas and her face<em>just</em>out of reach.<br/><br/>"Hmm... I told you I had some work done..." A twitch of the woman's cock inside of Tzahala sends a pleasant little ripple through her cum-soaked bowels, and the orkish woman gives the runner a devilish little grin as she shifts her weight so that one hand can trace a line through the splashes of cum soaking the runner's bronzed belly. "But I hope that you enjoyed it... not many people actually<em>want</em>me to ride them as hard as I can..."