He was big enough to not have to worry about where he positioned it. Anywhere would have done, especially in her cunt that seemed to suck the pleasure from fresh air at times.
She felt the build-up start. Her eyes closed, her elbows tucked into the base of the stair, her face resting on one step higher, her breasts crying out for the attention they weren't going to get in that position. His cock fucked her. She started to whisper into the carpet, "my hair, my hair."
She didn't think he heard her say those words, which made his actions all the more intense. She felt him lean forwards, she felt him gather up her long hair, she felt him clutch and twist it in his hands and then she smiled broadly as her head was pulled back, her neck extended, her back arched.
This fuck was going to get better than the best.
He pulled. Hard!
