Isabella Soprano fucked on the bathroom sink.

Isabella? Isabella? Is it? Oh, hi. How are you? Everybody good? This is the way we wind

down after a tough day on the, uh, of taking pictures and stuff? Uh-huh. Well, young lady,

I hate to interrupt, but your ride's here. Oh, shit, that's my boyfriend. We can make

this quick. You have to really leave? Really? Can't he just wait a little? It's my boyfriend.

Dude, come on, man. What are you? Get up here. Get up here. You're not very understanding.