The bathroom tiles are cold under her knees as she drops to all fours, that round ass pushing back against him. He’s already hard, grabbing her hips, yanking that tiny black thong down just enough to expose her dripping pussy. No foreplay, no sweet talk—just raw need. He slams into her from behind as she grips the edge of the tub for balance, moaning loud enough to echo off the cheap tile. She arches her back when he pulls her up by the hair, forcing her to take every inch deeper while he pounds harder. Sweat drips down their bodies as they switch positions—her leaning against the wall now, legs spread wide while he hammers into her with brutal force. The bucket on the floor gets knocked over but neither cares; this isn’t about clean lines or romance—it’s sweat-soaked desperation and primal fucking. Her tits bounce wildly with each thrust until she finally screams out, collapsing forward onto the wet floor as he finishes inside her with one last brutal shove.