Hips slapping against his thighs echoes off the walls as the brunette takes control, her ass cheeks clapping against his hips. Leaning back against his chest with her feet planted on the cushions, she rides with her eyes half-lidded, tits swinging in wide arcs. Switches to missionary without warning, legs hooking around his waist as he pistons up into her soaked pussy. Fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving pale crescents as her spine arches with every deep thrust. The couch frame groans under their combined weight, springs squeaking in protest. Blarney is the only name that matters here.