Austin Kincaid
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Austin Kincaid began her career grinding on poles across the country, her Double D breasts bouncing for crowds that couldn't look away. Her curves, and that hungry look in her brown eyes, were built for sin. She entered a nude contest one night for the hell of it and walked out crowned Miss Nude Porn International: Best Newcomer, never having fucked on camera. A director watched from the wings and made his decision on the spot—she belonged in porn. Her body was too good to keep private. He signed her that week. Within days she was making out with women on film. Weeks later she was taking cock, then two at once. The moment she felt a dick inside her she wanted more, and she got it fast. What she gave on set was only foreplay; the real hunger showed itself after wrap. She went home, slipped into something tight, and hit the streets looking for a body to use. Married couples drew her most. She liked the mix of tits and cock, liked the thrill of improving their marriage by wrecking their bed. Between the sheets—or wherever the night took them—she was filthy, inventive, relentless. Off-camera she read by the fire, lost in books about art and love. Sweet voice, dirty mind, never let the schoolgirl glasses fool you.
Austin Kincaid began her career grinding on poles across the country, her Double D breasts bouncing for crowds that couldn't look away. Her curves, and that hungry look in her brown eyes, were built for sin. She entered a nude contest one night for the hell of it and walked out crowned Miss Nude Porn International: Best Newcomer, never having fucked on camera. A director watched from the wings and made his decision on the spot—she belonged in porn. Her body was too good to keep private. He signed her that week. Within days she was making out with women on film. Weeks later she was taking cock, then two at once. The moment she felt a dick inside her she wanted more, and she got it fast. What she gave on set was only foreplay; the real hunger showed itself after wrap. She went home, slipped into something tight, and hit the streets looking for a body to use. Married couples drew her most. She liked the mix of tits and cock, liked the thrill of improving their marriage by wrecking their bed. Between the sheets—or wherever the night took them—she was filthy, inventive, relentless. Off-camera she read by the fire, lost in books about art and love. Sweet voice, dirty mind, never let the schoolgirl glasses fool you.