It takes a bit of stretching and work, but eventually Tzahala is able to<em>pop</em>her finger past the orkish woman's ring-piece; and while the prostitute doesn't even grunt an acknowledgment of the sudden insertion, her body is every bit as responsive as Tzahala might hope. Her body seems even warmer than Tzahala's, and her glutes clench tight to keep the runner's finger in place... but of course, Symone has her own focus.<br/><br/>"Hmm... I could do that. Paint that pretty little ass with some bright white spunk before I make my way up to fill those pretty little lips." The orkish woman is stroking the runner's fur-like hair now, getting her fingers nice and tangled as her hips continue their slow, powerful rotation behind her. Alllll the way in... and then alllllll the way back out again, so only the barest tip of her cock rests inside the Israeli woman's puckered hole. Thanks to the load of cum already coating the runner's bowels, the motion is smooth... but that doesn't stop the bed from creaking and shaking each time the corner-girl drives her hips forward again. "Make<em>sure</em>you need to do laundry tonight..."