Michelle Avanti popped out in Visalia back in 1980. She hit L.A. the second she turned eighteen and slung drinks behind a bar for five solid years before ever taking her clothes off on camera. That curvy Latina finally popped her porn cherry in 2006, and since then she’s racked up more than fifty scenes, a dozen sites, and a couple of skin mags. She didn’t plan any of it. One ride on an Amtrak headed to San Diego and she bumped into a male performer, fucked him right there between the seats, and figured, hell, might as well make a living at it. Now she’s the life of every party, always down to fuck, cash in one hand and zero interest in romance in the other. Her dream scene? Getting railed by a crew of midgets. She takes it in the ass like a champ, devours pizza cold, and turns her nose up at an uncut cock every single time.
Michelle Avanti popped out in Visalia back in 1980. She hit L.A. the second she turned eighteen and slung drinks behind a bar for five solid years before ever taking her clothes off on camera. That curvy Latina finally popped her porn cherry in 2006, and since then she’s racked up more than fifty scenes, a dozen sites, and a couple of skin mags. She didn’t plan any of it. One ride on an Amtrak headed to San Diego and she bumped into a male performer, fucked him right there between the seats, and figured, hell, might as well make a living at it. Now she’s the life of every party, always down to fuck, cash in one hand and zero interest in romance in the other. Her dream scene? Getting railed by a crew of midgets. She takes it in the ass like a champ, devours pizza cold, and turns her nose up at an uncut cock every single time.