That bald guy’s been eyeing her all night. Now she’s got him pressed against the banister, one hand fisting his hair while the other grips his ass like she owns it. Teeth sink into his shoulder as she rides him backward up the steps—every thrust jolts them both closer to collapse. When he finally flips her onto her back on that couch, thighs quivering, it’s not gentle. Her pussy clenches around him like it knows exactly what it wants: rougher, deeper, no mercy until they’re both gasping through cum-drenched moans.