Tattoo is tagged on 100+ scenes, about 16% of Tushy, and 2026 is already its fullest year: 15 scenes so far, against 5 in 2015. Skinny is tagged on them nearly five times as often as in the catalogue, bush almost twice. Laurent Sky directed 42 of them.
Ashby’s fingers glide over Madi’s bare ass. Slow circles. The oil warms under her touch. Madi’s cheek presses into the mat, eyes half-closed. When Ashby spreads her open, the pucker glistens. A thumb presses, tests. Madi exhales. The pressure builds, then gives way. Ashby’s slick finger sinks in, knuckle deep. She works it in and out until the muscle loosens, then adds another. Madi’s breath hitches. The fingers pump, steady, until Madi pushes back for more. Ashby slips them free and leans in. Her tongue replaces them, wet and insistent. She licks the stretched rim, then dips inside, tasting the faint musk of lube and skin. Madi moans. The tongue fucks her slow, then fast. Each stroke loosens her further. When Ashby straightens, she brings her cock to Madi’s entrance. No rush. She rests the head there, letting the weight of it sink in. Madi’s hole flutters, then parts around the crown. Inch by inch, Ashby pushes deeper. The stretch pulls a long, shaky breath from Madi’s lungs. Ashby bottoms out, hips flush, and stays there. Madi clenches around the full length, adjusting. Ashby starts to move. Long, deliberate strokes. Each thrust pulls almost free before sliding back in. The slap of skin grows louder. Madi’s hand reaches back, spreads herself wider. Ashby groans, picks up pace. She fucks harder now, the rhythm turning rough. Madi’s cries rise with every drive. Near the edge, Ashby pulls out. She taps Madi’s hip. Madi turns, mouth open, tongue out. Ashby strokes once, twice, then feeds the head between Madi’s lips. Cum floods her tongue—thick, hot. Madi swallows what she can, the rest spilling down her chin. Ashby pulls free, still hard. She dips two fingers into the mess on Madi’s tongue, scoops it, then brings it to her own mouth. Their tongues meet, swapping the load back and forth until it’s gone.
Ashby’s fingers glide over Madi’s bare ass. Slow circles. The oil warms under her touch. Madi’s cheek presses into the mat, eyes half-closed. When Ashby spreads her open, the pucker glistens. A thumb presses, tests. Madi exhales. The pressure builds, then gives way. Ashby’s slick finger sinks in, knuckle deep. She works it in and out until the muscle loosens, then adds another. Madi’s breath hitches. The fingers pump, steady, until Madi pushes back for more. Ashby slips them free and leans in. Her tongue replaces them, wet and insistent. She licks the stretched rim, then dips inside, tasting the faint musk of lube and skin. Madi moans. The tongue fucks her slow, then fast. Each stroke loosens her further. When Ashby straightens, she brings her cock to Madi’s entrance. No rush. She rests the head there, letting the weight of it sink in. Madi’s hole flutters, then parts around the crown. Inch by inch, Ashby pushes deeper. The stretch pulls a long, shaky breath from Madi’s lungs. Ashby bottoms out, hips flush, and stays there. Madi clenches around the full length, adjusting. Ashby starts to move. Long, deliberate strokes. Each thrust pulls almost free before sliding back in. The slap of skin grows louder. Madi’s hand reaches back, spreads herself wider. Ashby groans, picks up pace. She fucks harder now, the rhythm turning rough. Madi’s cries rise with every drive. Near the edge, Ashby pulls out. She taps Madi’s hip. Madi turns, mouth open, tongue out. Ashby strokes once, twice, then feeds the head between Madi’s lips. Cum floods her tongue—thick, hot. Madi swallows what she can, the rest spilling down her chin. Ashby pulls free, still hard. She dips two fingers into the mess on Madi’s tongue, scoops it, then brings it to her own mouth. Their tongues meet, swapping the load back and forth until it’s gone.
