

Maya Gates entered the world on January 6, 1986 in Bucharest, Romania. She stands five-four and weighs just one-hundred-ten pounds, her body measuring thirty-four-C through twenty-five and thirty-four again. A small silver ring glints in her navel. She slipped into the industry in 2005 and has already banked over sixty-six films in little more than two years. Every inch of her is firm: tight abdominals, legs shaped like cut stone, skin kissed brown by the sun. That body gets her hired, but it is her mouth that keeps them coming back. Her lips sit plush and heavy, soft and open, the kind of lips that invite a cock between them and make a man forget what he walked in the room to do.

Maya Gates entered the world on January 6, 1986 in Bucharest, Romania. She stands five-four and weighs just one-hundred-ten pounds, her body measuring thirty-four-C through twenty-five and thirty-four again. A small silver ring glints in her navel. She slipped into the industry in 2005 and has already banked over sixty-six films in little more than two years. Every inch of her is firm: tight abdominals, legs shaped like cut stone, skin kissed brown by the sun. That body gets her hired, but it is her mouth that keeps them coming back. Her lips sit plush and heavy, soft and open, the kind of lips that invite a cock between them and make a man forget what he walked in the room to do.