Skin slaps against skin on that sagging red couch, her fishnet-clad thighs quivering. Blonde head thrown back, gasping as his fingers dig into her slick pussy lips, stretching wide. Red couch creaks under them, bookshelves watching silent. Cock follows quick — bare, thick, burying balls-deep while she claws his shirt. Tits bounce free, necklace swinging wild. Ass up later, cheeks gripped tight, pounding rhythm relentless with wet squelches and her broken moans filling the room. Italian heat simmers slow then erupts.