"Faster still?"<br/><br/>Robin's smirk turns into a full-on grin as her grip loosens a little bit... and her motions practically double in speed, the holographic projection on her arm going from a trail to a full on cloud of flame, centered around Tzahala's hard, lube-drenched sex. And the corner-girl knows her work, too- every flick of her wrist covers every inch of the Israeli woman's sex, making sure that each and every sensitive nerve gets enough attention to send jolts of pure pleasure through the runner's system. Vaguely, Tzahala becomes aware of the corner-girl's eyes watching her, studying her reactions... but the realization is more of a back-burner thought, what with the way the tattooed woman continues to coax her closer and closer to the peak of her release...<br/><br/>and then, abruptly, Robin's hand releases its grip on the Israeli woman's cock, pulling away and leaving her to feel the cool air against her flesh for a moment.<br/><br/>"Hmm... looks like you're getting close..." Robin smiles and scoots closer, pressing her knees against the couch and giving Tzahala a "come hither" wiggle with her non-augmented left hand. "So lets make sure you really blow off some steam... why don't you scoot down and give me a better angle to fill that pretty little asshole up for you?"