Not to this guy, not like this

"Not in me!" you squeak as you struggle to free yourself from Manuel's grip. It's hopeless of course, you weren't particularly strong as a man, but this new body is even weaker. He easily keeps you trapped on his lap as he thrusts his uncircumcised meat tube between your legs. So far it's not angled to enter you, but the side does brush against your pussy lips with every stroke.

"Keep your legs pressed together then, chica, make it tight for papi," he grunts as he continues to play with your breasts and nipples. He's not gentle, and you're surprised again by how sensitive this new body is. You want to let out a little shriek every time he so much as pinches you.

You wonder if you can get pregnant. It seems entirely possible, but you don't know for sure. What you are sure about is that you don't want this man coming inside you, or even spraying his seed anywhere near your pussy. Not that there is much you can do about it.

"Ow!" you cry as he squeeze both your nipples really hard.

"Legs together, bitch!" he spits out, his breath hot against the back of your neck.

You just want this over with, and you squeeze your knees together creating a soft, warm place for him to fuck. Your thighs are already well lubricated by the pre-come that has leaked from the tip of his cock as he's been pistoning you.

"Oh mami, that's good, so good," he moans contentedly.

You pray to god nobody stumbles in on this embarrassing situation. Please, let him finish quickly, you think. His strokes are coming faster now, and you close your eyes and brace yourself for what's to come.

"Oh shit, you little whore, are you ready for my load?" he says, his arms wrapping around you to keep you locked in position as he gets ready to blow.

"Puta! Fuck! Yeah!" he cries and you feel his member throb between your thighs and his hot sticky sperm start shooting across your legs and pussy. You scrunch your face into an even tighter scowl and turn your head to the side, but none of that stops spurt after spurt of the warm, viscous juice from landing on your skin.

Finally, it does stop. He continues to hold you tightly for a moment or two and then slowly releases his grip.

You stand as soon as you can escape him and move away from him to assess your condition. It's not pretty: your groin and the tops of your legs are coated with his semen. You have nothing to wipe it off with but your underwear, and you don't want to soil the only clothes you have.

He recovers quickly, stands, and pulls up his pants. "Thank you, chica. That was a good dance. I'll go pay for it now; maybe you come back to our table and dance with one of my friends."

He leaves.

You try to wipe yourself off with your hands, and you manage to get some of it off, but now your hands are sticky too. You need to get to the bathroom to clean off, but can you get there without someone noticing your problem?