Water cascades over perfect tits in “the brutalist gay” while she soaps her body with deliberate slowness. Suds slide between her legs, and “the brutalist gay” zooms as she presses against cool tiles, spreading herself open. One finger becomes three; the sound of wet skin mixes with her cries. “the brutalist gay” captures the moment she grabs a suction dildo mounted on the wall, backing onto it with desperate thrusts. Her reflection fogs the glass as she rides to a screaming climax. “the brutalist gay” ends with water washing away the evidence, but her satisfied smirk says it all.