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Ginger Lynn
Ginger Lynn
Ginger Lynn
Ginger Lynn
Ginger Lynn blew the doors off porn in the eighties, no question. She had that tight little body, perfect curves, blonde hair that made heads snap around. You could actually see how different she was from the heavier, rougher look girls had just a few years earlier. Howard Stern flat out drooled in Private Parts, calling her one of the hottest bodies he’d ever seen. He wasn’t lying. Vivid knew how to keep the hardcore front and center even when they shot on 35mm. Ginger On The Rocks had one killer box cover, and Ginger herself under the bright lights, legs in bright leg warmers, hair teased high like she just stepped out of an Olivia Newton-John video. She even takes a run at Peter North, and that scene is pure Eighties dynamite. Then there’s Blame It On Ginger. The scene where Barbara Dare and Ginger tangle up is legendary, loud as hell, two blonde bombshells swapping spit and everything else, all those “uh-huh!” cries bouncing off the walls. Pure fire, and it’s still scorching today.
Ginger Lynn blew the doors off porn in the eighties, no question. She had that tight little body, perfect curves, blonde hair that made heads snap around. You could actually see how different she was from the heavier, rougher look girls had just a few years earlier. Howard Stern flat out drooled in Private Parts, calling her one of the hottest bodies he’d ever seen. He wasn’t lying. Vivid knew how to keep the hardcore front and center even when they shot on 35mm. Ginger On The Rocks had one killer box cover, and Ginger herself under the bright lights, legs in bright leg warmers, hair teased high like she just stepped out of an Olivia Newton-John video. She even takes a run at Peter North, and that scene is pure Eighties dynamite. Then there’s Blame It On Ginger. The scene where Barbara Dare and Ginger tangle up is legendary, loud as hell, two blonde bombshells swapping spit and everything else, all those “uh-huh!” cries bouncing off the walls. Pure fire, and it’s still scorching today.