The older woman happily plops back down to let Tzahala straddle her on the couch, and for the briefest of moments the runner thinks she feels the faintest brush of lips against her sternum as her breasts envelope the older woman's face. And moments later, the "purest" corner-girl in Little Havana is shrugging her way free of her blazer, skirt, and blouse, until she's sitting on the couch clad in nothing but demure cotton panties with a matching bra, business-like black heels, and thigh-high stockings. And somehow, the woman wears the black-and-white combo more seductively than some of the girls wear g-strings and string bikini tops...<br/><br/>"Is that so... Well, then, consider yourself asked oh-so-nice." With a wink, the prostitute turns her back and lets her bra slide off to fall at her feet, playing it coy and giving the Israeli woman a nice, long view at her rear end in the process. The cotton panties do a great job of accenting the toned curvature of the woman's cheeks- lots of time spent posed and climbing different staircases does wonders for the nether muscles, it seems- and she knows it, judging by the little wiggle she gives before turning and motioning for Tzahala to lead the way. With the bra gone, Tzahala is greeted with a most pleasant view of the woman's round, soft breasts... but there're still a few "secrets" that Liza has yet to bare. "Maybe 'Mama' will let you sit in her lap while we watch the game tonight, since you're being so sweet..."