The corner girl's cheschire grin seems to grow even wider as Tzahala spreads her bronzed cheeks, and the corner girl actually leans forward to help keep the woman on her "toes," so to speak. And with her shoulders against Tzahala's thighs like this, Robin's breasts can't help but to caress the toned muscles of the runner's ass.<br/><br/>"Hmm... that's a pleasant view..." A laugh causes the tattooed woman's breasts to jiggle delightfully against's Tzahala's skin, and then she's pulling away again. The runner can see it in her eyes- Robin knows that she only needs the right touch to send Tzahala careening over the peak of her pleasure, and she intends to make sure that the ride is as thrilling as possible. Perhaps that is why she lowers down onto her hands and knees before fingering the Israeli woman...<br/><br/>And gives the runner's "dirty" hole a slow, teasing lick. For a moment that seems to drag on for several minutes, the only contact Tzahala feels is the couch beneath her back and the warm, wet surface of Robin's tongue against her pucker...<br/><br/>And then the woman is right back into position, breasts pressed against Tzahala's cheeks and her hot breath spilling across the runner's twitching cock. Only now, there's a new heat pressed against the runner's ring-piece... the slick, hot surface of the woman's finger, prodding its way past Tzahala's ring-piece and towards the sensitive pleasure-center within with practiced efficiency...