Cori had been gasping before Tzahala picked up the pace... but when she really lets loose, the hacker can't even do that. He really and truly has been rendered breathless by the force of her 'assault,' to the point where he can't even fight anymore... his legs just cling to Tzahala's shoulders, and his nails dig into the carpet so hard that some of the paint starts to fleck off of them.<br/><br/>"<em>Oooooh</em>...M-Miss Sao!" It's a miracle that the hacker's cry doesn't wake the neighbors when Tzahala's cock begins to swell inside of him... sending him over the edge without so much as a touch to his own throbbing sex. And every twitch and pulse of her cock inside of him pushes him further, until finally the hacker's voice becomes nothing more than a keening moan, and rope after rope of warm, sticky cum pours down onto his belly, rolling down and "painting" the hacker's slender torso for the runner's pleasure.<br/><br/>For several moments after their mutual release, Cori lays on the floor in silence. 'Her' eyes are unfocused, her muscles warm and weary... and she seems to have zero idea of what just happened to her. All the hacker knows is that her belly is full of Miss Sao's seed... though judging by the dreamy smile that tugs at the corner of her lips, she's not about to complain any time soon.<br/><br/>"Wha... That..."