Thong is a lingerie cut of the 2015 to 2020 Tushy shoots only: 100+ scenes, about 17% of the catalogue, with 29 in both 2017 and 2019 the fullest years. Greg Lansky directed 49 of them, nearly half. It seldom turns up with handjob, a tag that starts in 2019.
Kira stands at the mirror and slips a slim vibrator between her legs. The low hum fills the room while she moves the toy in slow circles over her clit. Her breathing stays even, but her nipples tighten against the silk blouse she plans to wear to the showing. She keeps going until her thighs shake and her knuckles go white on the counter. Then she pulls the toy out, smooths her hair, and heads to the door with the sale already half-won. By the time the paperwork is signed, the client is standing close enough to catch the faint scent of her skin. Kira drops to her knees without waiting for him to speak. She opens his belt, tugs his pants down, and takes his cock in one steady pull. He hardens fast on her tongue. She works him deep, spit sliding down the shaft, then pulls back to press her nose into his balls. The warm weight rests on her lips; she sucks one, then the other, slow and careful, until his fingers tighten in her hair. He lifts her onto the desk and turns her around. Kira reaches back and spreads herself, offering both holes without a word. He pushes in, fucks her pussy a few strokes to slick his cock, then slides straight into her ass. The stretch pulls a low sound from her throat. He keeps a steady rhythm, each thrust driving her forward on the polished wood. When he pulls out, she spins around again, takes him back in her mouth, and swallows the taste of her own ass without hesitation. He comes on her tongue, and she holds the load there for a moment, letting it coat her lips before she swallows. Afterward she stays on her knees, breathing hard, her blouse open and her skin flushed. The deal is closed. The room smells like sweat and sex. Kira licks her lower lip, smiles once, and stands.
Kira stands at the mirror and slips a slim vibrator between her legs. The low hum fills the room while she moves the toy in slow circles over her clit. Her breathing stays even, but her nipples tighten against the silk blouse she plans to wear to the showing. She keeps going until her thighs shake and her knuckles go white on the counter. Then she pulls the toy out, smooths her hair, and heads to the door with the sale already half-won. By the time the paperwork is signed, the client is standing close enough to catch the faint scent of her skin. Kira drops to her knees without waiting for him to speak. She opens his belt, tugs his pants down, and takes his cock in one steady pull. He hardens fast on her tongue. She works him deep, spit sliding down the shaft, then pulls back to press her nose into his balls. The warm weight rests on her lips; she sucks one, then the other, slow and careful, until his fingers tighten in her hair. He lifts her onto the desk and turns her around. Kira reaches back and spreads herself, offering both holes without a word. He pushes in, fucks her pussy a few strokes to slick his cock, then slides straight into her ass. The stretch pulls a low sound from her throat. He keeps a steady rhythm, each thrust driving her forward on the polished wood. When he pulls out, she spins around again, takes him back in her mouth, and swallows the taste of her own ass without hesitation. He comes on her tongue, and she holds the load there for a moment, letting it coat her lips before she swallows. Afterward she stays on her knees, breathing hard, her blouse open and her skin flushed. The deal is closed. The room smells like sweat and sex. Kira licks her lower lip, smiles once, and stands.
