Showcases are the series of the Tushy catalogue, from 2015 to 2024: Hotel Vixen Season 2, Influence: Vanna Bardot, In Vogue. Multi-part stories with recurring characters. Elsa Jean, Abigail Mac and Christian Clay recur through its 30+ scenes. The latest is from June 2024.
Eve stands in the doorway, still in her wedding dress. He steps close and pulls the zipper down slow, fabric sliding off her shoulders. Her tits spill free. He cups them, thumbs brushing her nipples until they tighten under his fingers. She sinks to her knees. His cock is already hard. She takes him in her mouth, lips stretching wide, tongue flat underneath. He pushes deeper. She relaxes her throat and takes every inch until her nose presses to his stomach, spit dripping down her chin. When he pulls out her mouth makes a wet sound. She catches her breath, then opens again. He lifts her, spins her around, bends her over the bed. He spits on her ass, works the head of his cock against her tight hole. She pushes back. He slides in, inch by inch, until his hips rest against her cheeks. He fucks her slow at first, then harder, the slap of skin loud in the quiet room. She reaches back, pulls him out, turns and takes him straight into her mouth again. The taste of her own ass coats his cock. She sucks him clean, tongue swirling around the head, throat working as she swallows him deep. He groans, holds her head, fucks her face until tears streak her makeup. He pulls out, flips her onto her back, lifts her legs. He slides back into her ass, fucks her steady while her tits bounce with every thrust. She reaches down, rubs her clit, comes hard, ass clenching around him. He pulls free just in time, strokes himself twice, and shoots thick ropes across her tits and stomach. She smears it with her fingers, brings them to her mouth, sucks them clean while she watches him.
Eve stands in the doorway, still in her wedding dress. He steps close and pulls the zipper down slow, fabric sliding off her shoulders. Her tits spill free. He cups them, thumbs brushing her nipples until they tighten under his fingers. She sinks to her knees. His cock is already hard. She takes him in her mouth, lips stretching wide, tongue flat underneath. He pushes deeper. She relaxes her throat and takes every inch until her nose presses to his stomach, spit dripping down her chin. When he pulls out her mouth makes a wet sound. She catches her breath, then opens again. He lifts her, spins her around, bends her over the bed. He spits on her ass, works the head of his cock against her tight hole. She pushes back. He slides in, inch by inch, until his hips rest against her cheeks. He fucks her slow at first, then harder, the slap of skin loud in the quiet room. She reaches back, pulls him out, turns and takes him straight into her mouth again. The taste of her own ass coats his cock. She sucks him clean, tongue swirling around the head, throat working as she swallows him deep. He groans, holds her head, fucks her face until tears streak her makeup. He pulls out, flips her onto her back, lifts her legs. He slides back into her ass, fucks her steady while her tits bounce with every thrust. She reaches down, rubs her clit, comes hard, ass clenching around him. He pulls free just in time, strokes himself twice, and shoots thick ropes across her tits and stomach. She smears it with her fingers, brings them to her mouth, sucks them clean while she watches him.
