The word "cum" is barely past Tzahala's lips before Robin's game steps up to a whole new level. After all, Tzahala is looking for release, and it's the tattooed woman's job to grant it... So two things happen.<br/><br/>First, the tattooed woman speeds up her caress against the runner's hard, slick cock. Her fingers practically blur as her hand glides from hilt to head and back again, muscles tensing and shifting as she goes. The effect is half hand-job, half massage; Robin's fingers dance across the runner's flesh like the entertainers at the tequila bar down the road, and the corner-girl puts extra focus into making sure that every inch of the Tzahala's sex is coaxed and caressed and treated like a queen.<br/><br/>And second (though perhaps the first thing Tzahala notices), the corner-girl wriggles and slides a second flame-cloaked finger past the tight, bronze pucker of her ass. For a moment, she simply sits there, letting the runner get accustomed to the feeling of two warm, smooth digits inside of her... and then she begins to thrust. With her fingers curled up so that every thrust causes them to drag across the surface of Tzahala's prostate, the woman slowly picks up speed, just a little bit faster at a time... until finally, she's finger-fucking the runner's ass at the exact same pace she's using to tug her cock...