Now that gets the woman moaning, rubbing herself against Trish's face.  She's getting quit wet now, making a mess of the runner's chin as she goes to town on the long, sensitive organ, putting her hand back into her hair in a more... comforting way now.  As Trish looks up, Elisabeth is looking down, and sees her flush tone, and her shifting, smirking between moans in full knowledge that the woman was enjoying it more than she pretended she did.<br/><br/>It didn't take long - the moans getting higher and higher pitched - before Elisabeth let out one last, withering moan, and her sex sent out a light gush of fluid that soaked Trish's face before dripping down to the floor to create a tiny puddle of girlcum.  Of course, by this point the musk was quite potent, and after it was over Elisabeth let out a sigh, and released the head-hold she had on the younger woman.<br/><br/>"That... was pretty good." she said, in remarkable state after her orgasm "You're pretty good at this... not courtesan level, but hey, you're definitely skilled.  Now then, you get the<em>special</em>present now.  I recommend standing, pulling down your pants, and facing the wall... now."