For one precarious moment, as Tzahala was wriggling her way free of Symone's embrace, the ork woman looked as if she was on the verge of waking; but the moment passed in silence, and the Israeli woman was able to go about her early-morning 'business' without much fear of getting busted. Sure, the muscular Ork might have twitched and shifted a bit in her sleep; but she never so much as sighed, and it wasn't until the runner's lube-slick 'head' brushed her augmented scrotum that the woman started to stir for real...<br/><br/>Of course, there was no ignoring the stomach-wrenching "alarm clock" that Tzahala had planned. One moment, the corner-girl was sleeping blissfully... the next, her body was being impaled on the runner's steel rod of a cock, from head to hilt in less than a second.<br/><br/>"AUGH!" The orkish woman's surprised- and perhaps just a bit delighted- roar at her "wake-up call" caused the walls in Tzahala's apartment to quiver and shake. There's no stopping it; as the runner slides across the surface of the bed, she actually lifts the cornergirl's spine from the covers, pushing Symone back until her head bumps- gently, of course- against the headboard. "Oh, SPIRITS, what in the hell?!"<br/><br/>As much as she might be groaning and twitching, there's no hiding how quickly her cock gets as thick and as hard Tzahala's has been for the past few minutes....