Faith Leon's your classic tall drink of water. Five-eleven on the dot, prom-queen gorgeous, auburn hair, skin smooth enough you'd sell your soul for a taste. She spent her first nineteen years hauling trays seventy hours a week and figured she was owed better, so she hopped a plane to LA alone. Two weeks later she was in a hard-core interracial scene, proving she could throat a dick like nobody's business and liked every inch of it. That debut got her a stack of callbacks, two hundred-fifty-plus videos, and seven AVN nods before she pocketed "Best All-Girl" in 2008. She still refuses to bolt on tits or bleach her hair—everything on her is factory stock, long limbs, perfect handfuls up top and a butt tight enough to leave fingerprints. Get her in heels and she'll stumble, but she's exactly the girl you want to shove down face-first so you can shove in from behind. Faith's innocence and filth rolled into one walking contradiction, and it works.
Faith Leon's your classic tall drink of water. Five-eleven on the dot, prom-queen gorgeous, auburn hair, skin smooth enough you'd sell your soul for a taste. She spent her first nineteen years hauling trays seventy hours a week and figured she was owed better, so she hopped a plane to LA alone. Two weeks later she was in a hard-core interracial scene, proving she could throat a dick like nobody's business and liked every inch of it. That debut got her a stack of callbacks, two hundred-fifty-plus videos, and seven AVN nods before she pocketed "Best All-Girl" in 2008. She still refuses to bolt on tits or bleach her hair—everything on her is factory stock, long limbs, perfect handfuls up top and a butt tight enough to leave fingerprints. Get her in heels and she'll stumble, but she's exactly the girl you want to shove down face-first so you can shove in from behind. Faith's innocence and filth rolled into one walking contradiction, and it works.