Stella Red
Backstage with Stella and Destiny
Teaching Destiny
Stella Red—Hungarian flesh, born 1978—arrived like so many of those Eastern European girls who suddenly took the American screen by storm. Call her Marsha Lords, Marsha Lord; the name changes, the body doesn't. Men remember her for the blue eyes and the dark red hair that seems poured on like wine. Five foot ten, one twenty-five soaking wet, everything on her is long, narrow, and expensive. Her tits sit natural, B-cups that fill two hands but don't sag an inch. Below them, the waist pulls tight at twenty-seven, the hips flare just enough, ass and thighs built to grip. Between her legs, she keeps the kind of cunt that closes around you like a wet fist. In 2008 the AVN judges gave her their nod—best sex scene shot overseas—because when she takes it on camera, every inch counts.
Stella Red—Hungarian flesh, born 1978—arrived like so many of those Eastern European girls who suddenly took the American screen by storm. Call her Marsha Lords, Marsha Lord; the name changes, the body doesn't. Men remember her for the blue eyes and the dark red hair that seems poured on like wine. Five foot ten, one twenty-five soaking wet, everything on her is long, narrow, and expensive. Her tits sit natural, B-cups that fill two hands but don't sag an inch. Below them, the waist pulls tight at twenty-seven, the hips flare just enough, ass and thighs built to grip. Between her legs, she keeps the kind of cunt that closes around you like a wet fist. In 2008 the AVN judges gave her their nod—best sex scene shot overseas—because when she takes it on camera, every inch counts.