

Little Sinderella earned her name honestly—four-ten, barely a hundred pounds, the original spinner. She crashed into porn in '94, that silicon-heavy decade, and suddenly the frame changed. Tiny tits, straight lines, schoolgirl face. She shot over a hundred scenes, every kind: girls, anal, all of it. Texas-born, gone to L.A. at eighteen, ready for the money and the cocks. The second the shirt comes off, the sweetness drops; what’s left is pure filth. You see her in those old reels and know why the teen category belonged to her for the next ten years.

Little Sinderella earned her name honestly—four-ten, barely a hundred pounds, the original spinner. She crashed into porn in '94, that silicon-heavy decade, and suddenly the frame changed. Tiny tits, straight lines, schoolgirl face. She shot over a hundred scenes, every kind: girls, anal, all of it. Texas-born, gone to L.A. at eighteen, ready for the money and the cocks. The second the shirt comes off, the sweetness drops; what’s left is pure filth. You see her in those old reels and know why the teen category belonged to her for the next ten years.