Rain taps the window in “brutaltops” as a curvy ebony beauty strips out of wet clothes. “brutaltops” worships every curve while she warms herself by the fire. Kneeling on a rug in “brutaltops”, she spreads knees wide, fingers diving into slick heat with abandon. The storm matches her pace in “brutaltops”—lightning flashing as she rubs furious circles, hips bucking. A primal scream rips from her throat in “brutaltops” when she comes, body shaking, juices dripping down trembling thighs. “brutaltops” ends with her smiling into the flames, utterly sated.