Liza's mouth opens and a breathless gasp tumbles past her lips as she continues to take more and more of the Israeli woman's cock into her ass... and for the first time since they've met, the corner-girl has no words. Not that they're entirely necessary at the moment- Tzahala can feel the other woman's heart pounding against her breasts, and she can see the prostitute's lips curling into a pleased smile as one perfectly-manicured hand slips beneath the blanket of bubbles they both wear. A moment later, Tzahala feels those soft, manicured fingers trailing over her balls, and a gentle squeeze sends a pulse of pleasure straight up into the runner's spine.<br/><br/>"Hmm... Girly, I said you may have to take it a bit slow. But you should know that Mama isn't made of glass..." With a husky, teasing chuckle, the corner-girl lets her weight fall back against the Israeli woman's chest, gently pushing them both back to lay down against the tub's curved wall. Thanks to the water, her weight is almost negligible against the bronze-skinned woman's belly... but the angle makes it that much easier for Tzahala to thrust deep into the woman's bowels, while spreading both of their legs beneath the water. "So to answer your question- I can, and I would be absolutely delighted to..."