Skinny is a very small Tushy tag, scenes between 2017 and 2021 tagged with small tits, reverse cowgirl, ball sucking, gape and facial. Manuel Ferrara appears in 2 of its 4 scenes, every other performer once. The most recent came out in November 2021, and 100% of them are in 4K.
Madison sits on the edge of the desk and lets her knees part. Manuel stands between them, his slacks still buttoned, his posture stiff as ever. She reaches for his belt. The leather slides free with a soft snap. When she drops to her knees the carpet meets her bare skin, cool and thin. She works the zipper down, frees him, and takes his balls into her mouth first, sucking slow, letting the weight of them rest on her tongue. He exhales through his teeth. She strokes him with one hand while her mouth stays busy lower, tasting salt and heat. She shifts higher, lips parting around the head. The first slow slide down his cock draws a low sound from him. She keeps her rhythm unhurried, taking him deeper each time, saliva glossing her chin. His hand finds the back of her head, not pushing, just resting there like he still isn’t sure this is real. She pulls off, strings of spit stretching, then turns and leans over the desk, ass lifted. He steps in behind her, wet cock sliding between her cheeks once, twice, before he presses forward and sinks into her ass. She groans into the wood. He fucks her steady, hips meeting flesh with a quiet slap each time. When his breath shortens she pulls away, drops back to her knees, and takes him straight from her ass into her mouth. The taste is sharp, dirty, hers. She works him fast now, hand and tongue together, until his balls tighten and he spills across her tongue. She swallows, keeps him there until the last pulse fades, then sits back on her heels, lips shiny, breath even. Manuel’s hand stays on her shoulder, thumb moving once, almost gentle.
Madison sits on the edge of the desk and lets her knees part. Manuel stands between them, his slacks still buttoned, his posture stiff as ever. She reaches for his belt. The leather slides free with a soft snap. When she drops to her knees the carpet meets her bare skin, cool and thin. She works the zipper down, frees him, and takes his balls into her mouth first, sucking slow, letting the weight of them rest on her tongue. He exhales through his teeth. She strokes him with one hand while her mouth stays busy lower, tasting salt and heat. She shifts higher, lips parting around the head. The first slow slide down his cock draws a low sound from him. She keeps her rhythm unhurried, taking him deeper each time, saliva glossing her chin. His hand finds the back of her head, not pushing, just resting there like he still isn’t sure this is real. She pulls off, strings of spit stretching, then turns and leans over the desk, ass lifted. He steps in behind her, wet cock sliding between her cheeks once, twice, before he presses forward and sinks into her ass. She groans into the wood. He fucks her steady, hips meeting flesh with a quiet slap each time. When his breath shortens she pulls away, drops back to her knees, and takes him straight from her ass into her mouth. The taste is sharp, dirty, hers. She works him fast now, hand and tongue together, until his balls tighten and he spills across her tongue. She swallows, keeps him there until the last pulse fades, then sits back on her heels, lips shiny, breath even. Manuel’s hand stays on her shoulder, thumb moving once, almost gentle.
