Moans echo off kitchen cabinets. Rebecca Volpetti's face twists in heat, mouth open wide against the glass. Tits spill from her top, nipples hard. He stands close in blue shirt, hand between her thighs working her pussy. Fingers plunge in. She gasps sharp, body jolting. Cut to her dark hair flying, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Bent over now, ass up high. His cock rams straight in, pounding steady. Rebecca Volpetti grips the edge, legs trembling with each thrust. Kitchen light swings overhead. Sweat beads on skin. She bites her lip bloody, pushing back wild. He grabs those curvy hips tighter. Pace builds frantic. Her cries bounce off white walls.