Cheating gives Tushy its stories, from 2015 to May 2024: 70 scenes, about 11% of the catalogue, with 12 in 2018 the fullest year. Titles run from Lovely Tourist Samantha Ditches BF For Anal Adventure to Hotel Vixen Season 2 Episode 6 Double Dutch. MILF is tagged on them two and a half times as often as in the catalogue.
Eve drifts through the halls, diary still fresh in her head, each line pulling her thoughts back to Stefany's nights. Her steps slow. She can almost taste the heat those pages promised. Matthew can't shake Christy. She clings, nags, won't let up. He slips away, straight into his ex. She waits by the door, blonde hair loose, the same mouth he used to know. One look and the air thickens. He steps inside. She drops to her knees without a word, takes him deep, throat opening, saliva slicking every inch until her lips meet skin. She holds him there, eyes wet, breathing through her nose, then pulls back slow, strings of spit trailing from her tongue to his tip. She swallows him again, deeper, gagging softly, tears tracking down her cheeks while her hands grip his thighs. Matthew's breath comes hard. His ex works him with steady hunger, tongue pressing flat, throat flexing, until he spills hot and thick in her mouth. She swallows every drop, lips sealed tight, milking the last of it, then looks up, mouth shiny, a thin trail still at the corner. Later the memory surfaces. The night it all flipped. Christy cold, distant, then suddenly burning for him again. He never asked why. Now the answer hangs between every thrust he gives his ex, between every wet sound her throat makes around him.
Eve drifts through the halls, diary still fresh in her head, each line pulling her thoughts back to Stefany's nights. Her steps slow. She can almost taste the heat those pages promised. Matthew can't shake Christy. She clings, nags, won't let up. He slips away, straight into his ex. She waits by the door, blonde hair loose, the same mouth he used to know. One look and the air thickens. He steps inside. She drops to her knees without a word, takes him deep, throat opening, saliva slicking every inch until her lips meet skin. She holds him there, eyes wet, breathing through her nose, then pulls back slow, strings of spit trailing from her tongue to his tip. She swallows him again, deeper, gagging softly, tears tracking down her cheeks while her hands grip his thighs. Matthew's breath comes hard. His ex works him with steady hunger, tongue pressing flat, throat flexing, until he spills hot and thick in her mouth. She swallows every drop, lips sealed tight, milking the last of it, then looks up, mouth shiny, a thin trail still at the corner. Later the memory surfaces. The night it all flipped. Christy cold, distant, then suddenly burning for him again. He never asked why. Now the answer hangs between every thrust he gives his ex, between every wet sound her throat makes around him.
