Spanking Videos
Spanking is a light detail in 45+ scenes, about 7% of Tushy, spread from 2015 to 2026. Laurent Sky directed 19 of them, Greg Lansky 17. Heels scenes carry it nearly twice as often as the average, cumshot scenes more than twice, and pile driver more than four times. Mick Blue is the male partner in 17 of them.
Anastasia rode that wave all the way in and stepped off the board with salt still drying on her skin. Inside the rental she peeled the bikini down her hips, the damp fabric sticking before it dropped. He stood close enough for the heat to reach her first. His hand slid down the small of her back and kept going until his fingers spread over her ass. She let him turn her, let the edge of the table catch the front of her thighs. He dropped to his knees, tongue already tasting where the ocean had been, then pushing past it. The first slow press of his mouth made her knees lock. When he stood, his cock was already slick from her mouth, the blowjob she gave him on her knees in the entryway still fresh on her tongue. He eased inside her ass in the same unhurried rhythm he’d used with his mouth, the stretch steady, the drag unmistakable. She reached back, held herself open, felt every inch sink deeper. He pulled out, fed his cock back between her lips, let her taste what he’d just taken. The second time he sank in, her moan came out broken around the head of his dick. He fucked her ass until his breath shortened, then pulled free again and spilled onto her tongue, the salt different from the sea.
Anastasia rode that wave all the way in and stepped off the board with salt still drying on her skin. Inside the rental she peeled the bikini down her hips, the damp fabric sticking before it dropped. He stood close enough for the heat to reach her first. His hand slid down the small of her back and kept going until his fingers spread over her ass. She let him turn her, let the edge of the table catch the front of her thighs. He dropped to his knees, tongue already tasting where the ocean had been, then pushing past it. The first slow press of his mouth made her knees lock. When he stood, his cock was already slick from her mouth, the blowjob she gave him on her knees in the entryway still fresh on her tongue. He eased inside her ass in the same unhurried rhythm he’d used with his mouth, the stretch steady, the drag unmistakable. She reached back, held herself open, felt every inch sink deeper. He pulled out, fed his cock back between her lips, let her taste what he’d just taken. The second time he sank in, her moan came out broken around the head of his dick. He fucked her ass until his breath shortened, then pulled free again and spilled onto her tongue, the salt different from the sea.