

Gigi Allens cut her teeth as a dominatrix in a Sydney dungeon, cracking whips and bending men to her will. That same fire got her noticed fast. Mags wanted the full package—those killer curves and that boss-bitch attitude—so they shot her in latex and let the world see what Sydney already knew. In 2013 she kicked open the bedroom door and shot her first boy-girl scene, flipping guys onto their backs and schooling the crowd on fetish, latex, and taking control. She’s one of just two Aussies cracking the American market, that tall blonde bombshell from down under with the accent that drops jaws coast to coast. When winter hits the States she jets back to Bondi, tiny bikini barely holding her G-cups while she soaks up the rays. Named after GG Allin but packing more curves than the punk ever dreamed, she towers at five-ten barefoot and stretches to six-four in heels. That height turns into leverage, the kind that lets her pin a guy down and make him beg, which is exactly how she likes it.

Gigi Allens cut her teeth as a dominatrix in a Sydney dungeon, cracking whips and bending men to her will. That same fire got her noticed fast. Mags wanted the full package—those killer curves and that boss-bitch attitude—so they shot her in latex and let the world see what Sydney already knew. In 2013 she kicked open the bedroom door and shot her first boy-girl scene, flipping guys onto their backs and schooling the crowd on fetish, latex, and taking control. She’s one of just two Aussies cracking the American market, that tall blonde bombshell from down under with the accent that drops jaws coast to coast. When winter hits the States she jets back to Bondi, tiny bikini barely holding her G-cups while she soaks up the rays. Named after GG Allin but packing more curves than the punk ever dreamed, she towers at five-ten barefoot and stretches to six-four in heels. That height turns into leverage, the kind that lets her pin a guy down and make him beg, which is exactly how she likes it.