<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Lacy's body was now nearly parallel to the floor, as she inclined away from her partner. Her hands reaching far behind her. Gripping the ledge of the coffee table for leverage. Otherwise Fransisco's knees would have been mangled by her newly manicured talons. All of which would have been from heightened pleasure of course. But she thought it better to leave the kinky, rough stuff out tonight. More so for her own safety, rather than his discomfort. Lacy still didn't know what kind of temper or tolerance level Fransisco possessed. It was better to be <em>safe</em> than sorry.<br/><br/>She flexed her cervix tighter still. Finding that Fransisco's hard dick was now burning her insides. Lacy came harder as his hands anchored her hips onto his lap. <strong>"You don't care that I don't have a rubber on...are you on the pill?"</strong> It seemed far too late to worry about that <em>now</em> that they were at the height of climaxing. <br/><br/>Lacy felt as though stopping to put on a rubber would kill the mood. Truthfully, the thought had not crossed her mind until now. It was usually the girl who worried about get cream-pied. Not tonight-not with her. Lacy gave Fransisco a dirty smirk. "I'll worry about that later." She lifted herself from the incline and sat upright on Fransisco. Her hands traveled up his lusty chest. Snaking 'round the back of his neck, where she clasped her fingers together. She drove herself down on him, hard. Letting his tip sneak out once in a while. So he could feel her tightness upon it's entry over and over. "You feel too good to stop now." Amid her moans and screams of ecstasy, she cried out, "I want you to come inside me papi."</span>