Sofa cushions sink under their weight. Italian blonde sprawls back, fishnet top stretched over tits. Leg lifts straight up. Cock rubs her slit raw. Fingers plunge deep inside. She gasps sharp. Earlier, her fist pumps a thick shaft, lips wrapped tight around the head. Brunette hair? No, straight blonde locks whip wild now. Pussy lips part wide. Juices glisten on his hand. Couch fabric darkens from the drip. He grips her thigh hard. Slides in slow at first. Then pounds steady. Her necklace bounces with each thrust. Tits jiggle free from the net. Moans echo off the walls. Italian fire burns hot. Switches to her sucking again, cheeks hollowed out. Gagging pulls strings of spit. Back to the fuck.