"Fair enough..."<br/><br/>Tzahala can practically hear the smirk in the ork's voice as the woman dismounts her, and for a moment the room is silent as Symone shifts and repositions herself between the runner's polished steel legs. The wait is blessedly brief, though; Symone doesn't seem to be one for playing around, as one strong hand curls around the Israeli woman's hips and lifts her ass high into the air. A second later, the ork's other hand peels the runner's briefs away from her hips, sliding them down so that they hang like loose restraints around the runner's knees.<br/><br/>"Hmm... now then..."<br/><br/>For a moment, the Ork woman looms above Tzahala like she plans to just slam her hips forward and impale the woman as she is... but then she shifts again, and Tzahala feels smooth, strong fingers curling up around her own hard cock. At the same time, she feels the heat of her partner's breath like a gentle caress against her asshole.<br/><br/>"Let's make sure you're ready for me..."<br/><br/>It turns out that the woman's tongue is every bit as powerful as the rest of her, judging by the almost effortless way it forces past her ring-piece and into Tzahala's bowels...