As the hackers slender legs part, Tzahala is rewarded with a flash of pink cotton panties with white polka-dots. Seems Cori hasn't quite brought herself to buy anything too fancy for under her skirts just yet... but then again, the panties kind of suit the hacker's style to this point. And they're new, which means she's been stocking up a whole new wardrobe...<br/><br/>But what clothes she is wearing are the least of the hacker's concerns as Hazan peels her panties down around her knees, exposing her completely shaved cock and balls to the cool air in the apartment. The poor 'girl' barely has time to gasp before Tzahala's lips wrap around her sex, sending a spark of pleasure straight up her spine and bringing her cock up to a hungry, throbbing 5" in almost no time at all.<br/><br/>And there's Cori, trying her best to keep from spilling a drop of the soy cafe onto her mistress' head even though she's already starting to squirm and shift in her chair.<br/><br/>"H-aaah... Um... Th-thank you, Miss Sao..." The Israeli woman can practically hear the hacker doing her best not to bite her lower lip as another twitch runs through her body... but all their "trainings" have paid off, and Cori knows to stay put. It must be taking a ton of self-control, but she's sitting still. "I... am g-g-glad... that you are nnpleased!"<br/><br/>Another twitch runs through her body at that, as if to punctuate the statement in the most primal way possible...