Fransisco had to grip her hips and lower back to prevent her from cracking her skull on the coffee table behind her. One hand moved her legs behind his back so he could push his full length into her core, catching the shiny piercing glitter in the light of the room. The music had ended, all that could be heard was the combination of both of them breathing heavily.<br/>"No...you are tight enough...ahhh..."<br/>He hissed at the overwhelming sensation of her pussy on his member. Once he was sure she would not kill her self by tossing herself backwards so unexpectedly, he began to thrust up into her bent backward torso. With every stroke, her luscious chest bounced up then down for him, motivating him to stroke harder to make her body react to him accordingly.<br/>"You don't care that I don't have a rubber on...are you on the pill?"<br/>It was to late to put one on now, the only thing he feared was getting her pregnant and ruining her body, which he was really enjoying.