Juli Ashton looks like the kind of girl who walked straight out of your favorite wet dream into porn. Blue eyes, blonde hair, legs that go for fucking days. She came from Colorado, taught school in Florida, then packed up and drove west to chase the money and the orgasms. Computers are her thing and she's glued to the internet, which makes sense for someone who answers every piece of fan mail herself even when it piles up for three months. Lucky Smith's pushing her hard and the Wicked Pictures machine keeps churning out Ashton View scenes. She likes the outdoors but barely sees daylight between shoots and that endless inbox. What makes her dangerous is the combo: she's got that approachable, girl-next-door vibe right up until the clothes come off and she turns into this filthy little animal who knows exactly what she wants. When she's not getting railed on camera she's stuffing her face with Mexican food or sushi like she's storing up energy for the next round.
Juli Ashton looks like the kind of girl who walked straight out of your favorite wet dream into porn. Blue eyes, blonde hair, legs that go for fucking days. She came from Colorado, taught school in Florida, then packed up and drove west to chase the money and the orgasms. Computers are her thing and she's glued to the internet, which makes sense for someone who answers every piece of fan mail herself even when it piles up for three months. Lucky Smith's pushing her hard and the Wicked Pictures machine keeps churning out Ashton View scenes. She likes the outdoors but barely sees daylight between shoots and that endless inbox. What makes her dangerous is the combo: she's got that approachable, girl-next-door vibe right up until the clothes come off and she turns into this filthy little animal who knows exactly what she wants. When she's not getting railed on camera she's stuffing her face with Mexican food or sushi like she's storing up energy for the next round.