

Carmella Bing started out in Portland, but split at nineteen and landed in Vegas. Modeling and acting gigs rolled in quick. She always knew she was built for porn, and fuck she made good on it. Within years she was one of the industry’s biggest names. 2005 she hung out her own shingle—production company pumping cash like a busted ATM. Two-hundred-plus flicks, magazine spreads, radio spots, TV cameos. The girl fucks men, women, whoever keeps the sheets hot, then she slips out for retail therapy and puts the pedal down in whatever supercar she’s eyeing that week.

Carmella Bing started out in Portland, but split at nineteen and landed in Vegas. Modeling and acting gigs rolled in quick. She always knew she was built for porn, and fuck she made good on it. Within years she was one of the industry’s biggest names. 2005 she hung out her own shingle—production company pumping cash like a busted ATM. Two-hundred-plus flicks, magazine spreads, radio spots, TV cameos. The girl fucks men, women, whoever keeps the sheets hot, then she slips out for retail therapy and puts the pedal down in whatever supercar she’s eyeing that week.