

Stephanie Sierra was born in October 1987, a Hungarian brunette with brown eyes, a neat face, and a body built for sin. She stands five-foot-three, weighs a hundred and sixteen pounds, and her measurements run 32B-24-34. In the business they call her Lily Cross or Lili Cross, and she likes the name. Average frame, tight muscle, small breasts; every inch groomed and toned. She leans into her looks, letting the curve of a hip or a slow look over her shoulder open doors she wants opened. Three films so far, each one carrying her name in the credits. When the camera rolls she slips into lace that barely covers anything, legs sliding wide, pink folds showing slick and tight, teasing until you can almost taste it.

Stephanie Sierra was born in October 1987, a Hungarian brunette with brown eyes, a neat face, and a body built for sin. She stands five-foot-three, weighs a hundred and sixteen pounds, and her measurements run 32B-24-34. In the business they call her Lily Cross or Lili Cross, and she likes the name. Average frame, tight muscle, small breasts; every inch groomed and toned. She leans into her looks, letting the curve of a hip or a slow look over her shoulder open doors she wants opened. Three films so far, each one carrying her name in the credits. When the camera rolls she slips into lace that barely covers anything, legs sliding wide, pink folds showing slick and tight, teasing until you can almost taste it.