Daisy Marie fucks like she was born for it. Part Mexican, part Filipino, all trouble. The first thing you notice is her face—full lips, dark eyes, skin like warm silk. Then the body. Five foot four of perfect trouble: 34D-24-34. A waist made for your hands. Tits that spill out of every top she owns. The ink and metal tell their own story: tongue stud that clicks when she talks, nipple rings that catch the light when she’s on her back, a Monroe piercing that dimples every time she smiles around a cock. A tattoo sits right above her cunt like a signature. There’s more on her ankle, her shoulder blade, and the full-back piece that moves when she arches.
She was eighteen and fresh out of Oregon when she shot her first scene in 2002. Since then she’s clocked nearly three hundred titles, graced every major site, and posed for every glossy that still prints flesh. Playboy’s cameras followed her around on Jenna’s American Sex Star. Howard Stern brought her on twice. She danced in 50 Cent’s “Disco Inferno” and Nickelback’s “Rockstar.” Between jobs she hosts an internet radio show, mostly so guys can hear that filthy little laugh while they jerk off in their cars.
They call her the Latin Queen of Porn. Crown or not, she rules anyway.
Daisy Marie fucks like she was born for it. Part Mexican, part Filipino, all trouble. The first thing you notice is her face—full lips, dark eyes, skin like warm silk. Then the body. Five foot four of perfect trouble: 34D-24-34. A waist made for your hands. Tits that spill out of every top she owns. The ink and metal tell their own story: tongue stud that clicks when she talks, nipple rings that catch the light when she’s on her back, a Monroe piercing that dimples every time she smiles around a cock. A tattoo sits right above her cunt like a signature. There’s more on her ankle, her shoulder blade, and the full-back piece that moves when she arches.
She was eighteen and fresh out of Oregon when she shot her first scene in 2002. Since then she’s clocked nearly three hundred titles, graced every major site, and posed for every glossy that still prints flesh. Playboy’s cameras followed her around on Jenna’s American Sex Star. Howard Stern brought her on twice. She danced in 50 Cent’s “Disco Inferno” and Nickelback’s “Rockstar.” Between jobs she hosts an internet radio show, mostly so guys can hear that filthy little laugh while they jerk off in their cars.
They call her the Latin Queen of Porn. Crown or not, she rules anyway.
